Red is the colour of a Valenti-ine;
Purple is the colour of grapes on a vine;
Green is the colour of a green string be-ean;
Blue is the colour of my blue jeans;
Yellow is the colour of a sunflower ta-all;
Orange is the colour of a pumpkin in the Fall;
Brown is the colour of a chocolate ca-ake;
White is the colour of a snowflake.

Should I do it again?

How do you like that, Gorgeouses? Monkey must have sung it at least 15 times over dinner. No kidding. Josh-O and I were hysterical laughing. Apparently, it’s one of the songs in Monkey’s holiday concert Friday. It’s supposed to be a surprise, as is the, erm, holiday present the kids made us — and, of course, I know what THAT is, too, but I won’t say because some of the other parents read this blog (HEY GUYS!!) and there’s a CHANCE their kids didn’t tell them. Monkey’s an open book JUST like her mama.

I’ll try to get the song on video. It’ll be my mission this week…. You HAVE to hear her singing it.

So, today was, of course, another TERRIBLE TUESDAY. Thankfully, it was the last Terrible Tuesday I’ll have in 2008 because I’m not teaching my Tuesday yoga class again until January. And, do I ever need a break.

Just because it was the last Terrible Tuesday of 2008 doesn’t mean it wasn’t TERRIBLE, though. In fact, it was even MORE TERRIBLE than last Tuesday. And, here’s why:

He was up last night…ALL NIGHT. So, I had to endure TERRIBLE TUESDAY on NO SLEEP. Why was he up all night? Because I made a little sound when I came upstairs to go to bed; the floor creaked or something. The kid’s the LIGHTEST sleeper. God forbid you should BREATHE anywhere near his sleeping self, he’ll wake up. And, it’s all over.

So, the floor creaked and Rascal started screaming and I CAVED and took him to bed with me because I didn’t want wake the monkey and have TWO wired kids on my tired back to deal with when all I wanted was sleep and my own space. (Nothing like a run-on sentence to bring out the REBEL in me!) Anyway, he stopped crying when I took him to my bed, of course. And, I thought I might get some sleep. Only…. He…. Insisted…. On sleeping with his nose and mouth pressed to MY nose and mouth!!! Not only was it stinky — because baby breath isn’t always pretty — but I COULDN’T BREATHE. So, I’d move him over, and he’d turn over, sit up, and dive his face into mine.

Hmph. Cheaty little CUDDLER!

Finally, I gave up trying to BREATHE, and Josh-O took him back to his crib, where he cried…and cried. And, I couldn’t stand it. Finally, we got him to sleep.

An hour later, Monkey screams: “DADA! I NEEDA PEE! I NEEDA PEE!” And, Rascal woke up. Again. The end.

No sleep. So I’m going to bed, like, now. And Wednesday is going to be Wonderful.

Love!
xo Haley-O

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