carl in casimirland.

While mommy still had her way:





Daddy gets his way:





Daddy wins.

Taking care of these kids is really cutting into my baby bloggin' time. Of course that's why I started it, b/c I was so involved, enmeshed, and just plain overwhelmed with childcare. And now I'm too enmeshed to even vent about it.

Anyway, I know we've all stumbled while holding a baby at times (even if "we" would not usually try walking in giant wedges with a baby in one arm and a drink in another...) but could someone please just give Britney Spears a baby carrier? Or at least show her how to use all those free ones people are probably sending her? Because 100 million dollars could buy a lot of slings and mei tais. Almost as many as I'd like to have. I find them indispensible just cruising through the Jewel, so I can't imagine how useful they'd be while globetrotting with photogs hot on your heels.

I think Casimir is finally exiting one of his many stages, namely the balloon/popping stage. I don't know how or why he becamse so obsessed with balloons and popping to the extent that "I'm going to pop you" became the biggest taunt his little three-year-old mind could imagine. But it stopped getting on my nerves and icking me out slightly when he pretended to bite Carl's foot so that he could pop him. That ranks right up there with "send Carl back to the hospital!" as far as three-year-old humorous upsets go. It must be hard to get pissed and have people think it's cute.