Well, things have been pretty quiet here. Or rather, I should say uninteresting. Madeline certainly does not allow our house to be quiet for very long. And when I say uninteresting, I mean nothing beyond the usual temper tantrums, spilled drinks, peeing on the floor, and other such usual events. I guess you could say we lead a consistently exciting life around here-just repetitive. Madeline is working on giving up her bottle, which is our big exciting project this week/month/rest of our lives. We've bought about 23 different kinds of sippy cups, trying to find one that pleases her. In true snobbish royalty fashion, she's very picky about what she drinks out of. Unless it belongs to someone else. Then she's not picky at all.
Our other big exciting project this week is watching American Idol. Because we are boring old married people, this is one of our favorite activities. That, and the continued obsession with West Wing. (Jessie got me/us the seventh season for Mother's Day. When we reach the end of that season, I don't know what we're going to do when Jessie comes home for lunch. Stare at each other and invent the wheel, probably.) But back to American Idol. Madeline likes it, because she likes music. And Jessie and I like to critique/mock the singers and lament the judges stupidity/egotism and in general, remark on how creepy Adam Lambert is. Because there's something not right with that man. And his clothes. And his tongue. And his ability to hit higher notes than a classically trained soprano. So I guess there's no surprise that we're pulling for Kris in the grand finale. Go humble married dudes who aren't creepy.
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