it is never dull.

I was having plenty of strange dreams last night. One of which involved me going into labor. Then I couldn't really sleep, so I didn't mind too much when Senor Onion was up and chipper at six am. Well I wasn't over-joyed like it was Happy Hour but I didn't feel so naturally resentful like I usually do at that hour. One upside to the current stage of things is that I have a fair amount of energy. So breakfast was made, lists were made, things were tidied and grocery shopping was done all before 10am. Well most of it. We made a trip to the library and picked up some things that were on hold for short-cakes. I am afraid we may have read all of the available Pigeon books in the Seattle Library system and yet there are still two more books in the series. What to do. I don't want to brag too much, but I think I do a pretty good impression of a manic impulsive pigeon. (I can also do Laura from The Dick Van Dyke Show) Then it was a trip to Trader Joe's. Senor Onion had a humbling experience. Well maybe not. But at least it was an experience. He was commenting on a baby who was making noise. He kept saying, "Noisy Baby." (we have been discussing as of late how babies are sometimes noisy and they cry because that is the only way they have to communicate things. The hope is he won't be terribly shocked that Baby Biscuit isn't a mute.) Then because I wouldn't let him have a second sample of whatever they were sampling because I am a heartless Mother (just ask him) He decided to fall apart. Now normally this isn't a huge issue. But I further effed up the situation when I didn't let him push the damn button on the elevator because someone else had done it. So he completely lost his cool in the elevator and parking garage. It was fun. The same sort of way that running into the furniture is fun. (which I did last night. I now have a terrific bruise on my thigh.) There was shrieking like I torture him. The one upside to the situation is that while he is verbal he isn't verbal enough to shout something like, "Please don't hit me anymore Mummy." Not that I hit him, but you know how small children truly enjoy adding some excessive drama to the situation. All he could do was shriek and say, "BUTTON!!!!!" and " NO LET'S LEAVE!" Which we were doing for fuck's sake... I am sure I reminded several people to renew their birth control or something.
Of course once we were in the car he was Mr. Happy-pants again. Boy, two year olds can be real assholes sometimes.

As for things that aren't so harrowing, I baked some bread today and I am prepping things to make some yogurt. I should probably bake something else at some point as Mr. Jenner ran out of cookies and he ate the last slice of cake last night. And my Mother is coming over tomorrow to visit and I like to be a good hostess.

And the squirrels are having orgies again in my garden. Great. I should charge a rental fee. I watched as this one male squirrel kept trying to move in on this one guy's mate. And the boys were fighting and the girl was playing this total game. It ended with both male squirrels having a go at her at different points. All while up a tree. I bet she is known as a real HOOR in our neighborhood. Yeah, we deal in skanky squirrels.

Damn well better be tea time soon. I am tired of discussing Mr. Men with Senor Onion.