bald monkey

i woke up this morning to the regular quiet hum of the house. 

made myself some coffee, turned on the computer, checked my email and it was at that point i could hear my youngest happily chirping in his room.

i sighed and looked at the clock, and realized that my oldest was not stirring yet at 7 am. uh oh. no alarm set perhaps?

i opened his door; nope ... still silently snoring. 

i gently shook him while listening to my youngest getting more and more fervent in his calls to be lifted out of his 'sleeping-cage'. (or at least he seems to think of it that way by the way he tries to climb over you when he realizes that is where he's going at the end of the day)

when i was satisfied justin was awake, i moseyed on over to clayton's room - where much to my surprise he was dangling precariously over the rail of his crib. one leg over, one leg behind grunting like a little bald monkey trying to get out of his entrapment.

so with an "oh!" and a scramble i grabbed him and squeezed him in relief then i scolded him because he was ok ... you know, the old "if you poke your eye out, don't come looking for me" schpeal.

he was completely un-phased by the ordeal, but i'm thinking it may be time to convert the crib to the dreaded toddler bed.

... you know, just to see what other theatrics we can wake up to.

this was far too funny to dismiss ... and makes the point that if you censor anything it makes it more dirty and "taboo".

making you want more of it...

as most of you know - or perhaps you don't know and are about to find out - i love writing.

(btw - thanks jess for making it ok to not use capitals! you're my hero)

and now i'm thinking that if i can manage to write a bit down every day, it will help me work through my journey of life.

i promise to keep you all informed about our lives here in the 'leppy fammy'. i also promise to not get too deep .... well, ok, i'll try. but most of all i promise to be true to myself and to you, my friends and family - and make you giggle with me, not at me.

that said.

i am wondering, today, if i will ever have a career that i will do for the rest of my life? or will i always be that lady who has three or for pies with my fingers deeply poked into them?

it's a rhetorical question. i already know the answer ... but sometimes i get tired of the "look" i get when people ask me what i do and i have to answer them in point form.
maybe i should simply answer 'what would you like me to do?' that way the answer will always make them smile and not judge me.

however - there is the other side of me that wishes to jab a fork in their eye. ha.