Not-so-hostile Takeover

I have decided to hi-jack this blog. My wife typically does all of the blogging, but in the self-serving interest of writing things that nobody else cares about, I'm giving it a shot. So I apologize in advance to all of you who follow (or whatever the appropriate blog-term is) this blog, as I'm sure that most of what I write will be uninteresting and useless to you. That IS what I do best.

Here's a brief synopsis of the events over the past 6 months:

E-bug started 2nd grade this past August. She is a little genius and was accepted into both the Intellectually Gifted (IG) and Artistically Gifted (AG) programs at her school. I am proud to say that she not only passed the tests, but she blew them out of the water with scores of 97% and 93%. Unfortunately, we could only choose one of the programs so she is doing the IG. She absolutely loves it; as do her parents. She has become a true 2nd grader with the eternal rite of passage of losing her 2 front teeth.

S-bub is now in kindergarten (sniff, sniff). She absolutely loves school and she adores her teacher. Her class has a color system to determine daily behavior (green=good, blue=less good, red=bad, etc) for which she gets a green dot EVERY day. My little S-bub is so determined to follow all of the rules that she often lets her teacher know who is talking out of turn. I may be biased, but I'm pretty sure she is a genius-level artist. She is so creative... and funny. She cracks us up every day. The other day I made a joke about selling our kids and my little comedian says, "nooooooo... but you can just sell Elleigh".

Little-C is growing like a weed. All he really does is eat and sleep. For the few hours of the day that he is awake, he is the happiest most playful baby around; as long as he's being held by his parents or sisters. He's starting to scoot across the floor, which means we need to go buy a baby corral or some sort of harness to keep him from destroying our house. He has the most infectious laugh that pulls you in, and then when you're not looking... he'll drool all over your face. A couple of weeks ago he and I were wresting on my bed. I picked him up over my head and growled at him. With precision timing and drop-dead accuracy, he spit-up right into my mouth. As I rolled over to spit out the previously consumed formula and applesauce, I passed little-C to my "sympathetic" wife as she struggled to catch her breath from laughing. If any of you are wondering but have never had the pleasure of this experience... it tastes exactly how you would imagine. After I had finished brushing my teeth for the 16th time and drank 1/2 gallon of mouthwash, I promptly grounded little-C for the remainder of his adolescence. But then he smiled at me with his two protruding bottom teeth and I caved. I guess I'll just have to slowly extract my revenge from him over the next 20 or so years... or not.