Bubble baths and Hobbits

Have you ever looked at your toes? I mean really looked? I sat on the couch last night and stared at my feet for a very long time (I was supposed to be completing the year end for our Girl Guide Unit’s financial books but apparently have the same focus problems as my son – “Oh look, Shiny!”). I discovered something very interesting. Feet are ugly. Even worse, toes are VERY ugly. They look like discombobulated fingers with hair on them!

Okay maybe only my toes have hair, and not the average woman, but hey what can I say, if I were born on Middle Earth I would have been a Hobbit, which also explains the second breakfast and the fat ass! Anyway, back to toes, stare at yours for a while. Are they not ugly or what?

Although I still think baby toes are cute. I stared at Finnegan’s toes last night and they didn’t get ugly, even after really looking. In fact they were all pink and cute and kissable. Don’t know where he got them from because mine are definitely ugly and I wouldn’t kiss Scott’s feet if he paid me.

Speaking of toddlers, last night at the usually bath time Finnegan discovered something new and wonderful! If you fart in the bathtub it makes bubbles! He giggled like mad and tried to push another one out. He managed to get another one out and burst into a chorus of delightful giggles that had me smiling (even though my feet are ugly). He only managed them twice and then pushed so hard I thought for sure he was going to poop in the tub. Luck was on my side however.

Then he stood up and peed in the tub, which makes him impossibly happy, although it was kind of gross when he tried to catch the flow. Kids are seriously gross specimens.

So Scott went to Parent teacher conferences for the kids yesterday (they recently got their second report card). Apparently Logan, our seven year old son, has problems focusing. I know this shocks those of you who know him that his ten second attention span causes problems focusing. We were shocked too. Seriously, it’s like telling us that Logan has a penis. “Yes, thank you teacher, we know, he’s always touching it”.

I feel badly for his teacher, she’s a very lovely lady who works hard with Logan and I have no ideas for her. Well, except Duct tape and apparently that’s against school policy. What makes it worse is his teacher also had Meghan as a student (Logan’s big sister) who is brilliant, thoughtful, listens and can focus and pay attention (well now that puberty has hit we’re having our doubts!). I did warn his teacher. I said to her at the beginning of the year “remember Meghan and what a pleasure you said she was to have in your class? Well Logan’s not like that. Except he’s cute and charming.” I think perhaps she thought I was either joking or exaggerating.

A quick update on Meghan, she’s been diagnosed with Benign Rolandic Seizure disorder, which I suppose is the least of the issues it could have been. We are immensely relieved, although we still have to have the baby monitor in her room. When I Googled the disorder it mentioned that children with this may have behavioural problems. Meghan has displayed this recently. It’s called puberty.

Anyway, that is a day in the life of me. I obviously need to get out more.