So I bet you thought, since I was back from Christmas break, that Meet-and-Greet Monday was going to be, oh, I don’t know, EVERY WEEK.  Hehe.  Wellllllllllllll, we were in Illinois this past weekend, including Monday.  We planned to come back Monday night, but because of weather, that was delayed and we arrived today, instead!  So from NOW on, I’ll try to keep the M&G on track.  Promises.  (And yes, sometimes I pluralize random words.  It’s the Smeagal in me.).

On a different note, Benjamin has a boil.  On his bottom.  It’s not pleasant.  It causes him great pain.  He screamed the whole way home (all three hours).  THAT was also not pleasant.  It was so unpleasant that we may have been a bit too hasty in the speeding.  And we may have gotten pulled over.

And, for future references, policemen do not care if a baby has been screaming in the back seat for the past three hours.  Speeding is speeding and there is no excuse for it.  Policewomen may care… the jury’s still out.  Hopefully we’ll never know.

Oh, and this ticket came mere days after yet another kind officer pulled us over to explain to us that it is unlawful to drive a vehicle in January when the plates on said vehicle expired in October. I tried to explain how easy it is to forget such things when you move and important papers like car registrations don’t get forwarded to your new address.  He was kind-hearted and only appointed us a court date instead of also impounding the car.

For the boil, we’ve been putting him on a heating pad for 30 minutes at a time, aiming for 3-4 times a day.  This, also, is not pleasant.  He does not like sitting.  He has even greater distaste for sitting on a boil.  He does, however, put up with it, if you put a cookie in each hand and a movie on the TV.

(We have an appointment to get the boil looked at at 6pm tonight.  I do not like sentences that have two prepositions in a row.  They look horribly sloppy.)

Speaking of our children’s lovely eating habits, they recently discovered a box of REALLY GOOD candy canes that I may or may not have been hiding from them.  See, I’m a fan of the fruit-flavored candy canes.  Jolly Rancher candy canes pretty much top the list.  So I was letting them finish off the peppermint ones for dessert while stashing the fruity ones in our bedroom.

Well, this afternoon, I noticed the children were being particularly quiet.  I enjoyed it.  I was trying to get caught up on the over-300 blogs in my reader.

When, all of a sudden, Olivia comes rushing out into the bedroom, her face glistening, her fingers obviously sticky from the way she splayed them and couldn’t keep from sucking on them.  “Baby’s in the bedroom eating candy canes,” she exclaimed!

What an angel.  I’m sure, instead of partaking in the bounty, she had rushed to tell me so I could put an end to the sugar-induced-madness that would be sure to follow such over-consumption.

Actually, I did ask if she had had some (apparently, it’s not only prepositions that do that), and she did confess.  I washed them up and surveyed the damage.  Over half the box was gone.

CHILDREN.

And now there is much running and screaming and falling and crying going about the house.  And not a nap to be seen.

I’m sure I had more to add to the This and That post, but there was a particularly nasty spill in the toy room that needed many kisses.  And now I have to get the children dressed to go out so the doctor can examine the boil.

And then we will eat quite unhealthily at a fast food joint.  To go with the candy canes.  I’m an awesome mommy.