So the stinky, no longer toothless little baby, who sits here bouncing on my knee while her sister bounces and dances to a little D.Y., climbed up the step from the backroom to the kitchen last night as I sat at the table doing a little ugly decoupaging....unfreakingbelievable. I am amazed that this little baby of mine got up that eight inch step, in spite of the pet monster trying to push her back down repeatedly.

Now they are both sitting on the floor playing "tea party" - - well p.m. has her tea tray with non-tea shit on it and the baby is sitting there and p.m. keeps saying "tea potty" over and over, so that must be what they are doing....whether baby knows it or not is irrelevant.

I need some new music....I cannot fathom how I, of all people, have come to live in such a quiet house...the girl who used to fall asleep to loud music as a girl, teen, twenty-something....now doesn't watch so much tv, rarely has the cds going or even the radio blasting at a dull roar...I miss my music.   Maybe that's why I'mso frigging miserable....it must be...why else would I be so fucking cranky constantly?