And when I say "ate," I really mean "sucked on it for the longest time."

He positively looked rabid. I laughed at him and took a couple of pictures on my phone.

Since I know that chalk is non-toxic, that is. If I wasn't sure of that fact, I would have freaked the hell out.

But, no, I didn't.

I also now have a calling. But it's not official until this Sunday. Oy. Michael has one, too. They are not the same calling. Mine is going to be a challenge, since Michael won't be able to watch the munchkin brigade the whole time. But he'll try and get home early so that he can help out as much as possible, bless his heart.

We'll see how this goes. This may be the calling that I ask to be released from. We'll see.

Also, the last few days, Bruce and Zoë have been waking up before Michael leaves. Therefore, I have to be up. Today I got Bruce before 5:30, fed him, let him cuddle with me while Michael got showered and dressed, Michael got Zoë, I fed her, the kids walked around and screamed, Michael left, I changed the kiddos' diapers, and put them (still screaming) back into their cribs.
It's quiet now. They had better sleep for a while.

And I'm trying to think of what I could possibly take that has caffine in it. Maybe a Coca-cola ... I'd have to buy it, though. Hm. Maybe I can get a nap.

We'll be going to the library (our new one, since we've moved and all). Then I think we'll drive into our old town (the next town over) so I can return one book and pick up a hold. That and see the storytime schedule there.

Then I need to pack us up for this weekend. And make sure the houes is cleaned. At least cleaned enough that I feel I can leave it be for a few days.

And I love, love, love my washer and dryer. I can't believe that we lived without our own washer and dryer for nearly six years. I'm getting spoiled now.

Oh, and my grammy passed away yesterday. She had cancer. I'm glad for my church's beliefs and the faith that I have. It's good to know that she's out of pain and that I'll see her again. I'm not nearly as close to my grammy as I was to Pop-pop or my Grandma ... so their deaths were hard to take. I just feel bad for Grampy, since I don't know what he believes ... and he's so much closer to Grammy. Keep him in your prayers, okay?

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My mood right now is:

In which I say "yeah" a lot and "y'all" once. - 2007-02-01
American Idolatry - 2007-01-26
No sickies, please. Especially around my babies. - 2007-01-25
Ramblings and stuff ... and a bit of rantings. Just for good measure. - 2007-01-23
Brought to you by Allanna's whacked-out subconcious!! - 2007-01-23

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