Babboo is on a very strict schedule. Feed him lunch at 11:00 and then come 11:25, all you have to do is point and say “go to sleep” and he will. No problem at all.

Same thing at night. Feed him dinner at 6:00, put him in the tub at 7:15 and at 8:15 you just stick the kid in his crib and tell him to “sleep!” And he will.

I admit this is pretty awesome.

I also admit this has nothing to do with me and loads to do with his teachers at school. They run a tight ship when they have Babboo during the day and I’m just their deck hand in the evenings and weekends.

It’s a great partnership.

But dude, I feel sorry for his teachers today. There is no way my kid is going to take a nap when they want him to. And there is definitely no way Babboo’s going to settle for drinking plain old water and white milk at lunch and not the “apple drink” he’s been enjoying all weekend with me (”apple drink” is code for “chocolate milk with chocolate syrup”, or just “soda pop”).

And um, let’s not even talk about the sleep schedule that he did, or did not, adhere to while under my watch.

Friday night he and I met my aunt and my cousin (who was on her mission for our church out here in Washington) at a park. Babboo ate way too late in the evening and was not happy. Especially when his Subway sandwich kept “breaking”.

In an attempt to quiet him, I threw my camera his way and told him to just push buttons.

(I got about a million pictures that all look like this one. That is until he peed on my lap and I banished him to standing next to me and not sitting on my lap.)

(That’ll show him.)

It was super awesome to see my cousin. You can tell I was happy to see her since I did my famous “head tilt” that seems to have taken over every single darn picture ever taken of me.

And we wore matching outfits.

But that wasn’t planned. And was actually a little embarrassing. And not just for her.
Anyway, Friday night pretty much ruined Babboo for the rest of the weekend. He spent most of Saturday morning with a friend while May and I got our craft on (don’t worry, I’ll be posting pictures of our projects). And then he spent the rest of the day at the outlet mall, carrying around a bottle of (soy) chocolate milk, while we got our shopping on.

And then, for the first time ever, Babboo was sent to be babysat by an actual teenage babysitter, who we paid actual money to watch him. Seriously people, this is the first time he’s been babysat by a person that we had to pay, who wasn’t related to us. (To be fair, we do pay his daycare to watch him. But you know what I’m saying.)

When I picked Babboo up on Saturday night, well past his bedtime, he was a mess. Far messier then I’ve ever seen him. Even messier then on Finger Painting Day at his school.

The poor kid had seen better days.

Note that he’s soaking wet from sweat. His hair was literally dripping. And dude, check out his awesome, chocolate and pizza stained, Def Leppard shirt and evil eyes. Also note his awesome gut hanging out of his shirt.

Babboo was up about 3 hours later then he’d ever been. And I’m not sure he was liking it. He was walking around the house in a chocolate milk stupor.

Mr. May finally drove us all home, Babboo slept in this car seat next to May’s two kids, and me, well I sat in the very back of the car facing the wrong direction. You know the seat, the one that’s really not legal and totally uncomfortable? Yep, that was me, wedged up against the strollers, making out with my kneecaps.

Besides my time spent in the back of May’s car, it was the perfect weekend.

So tell me, what are your thoughts on those little back seats in cars? Are they really legal? They just seem so wrong. (And also, so fun!)

Sidenote to Babboo’s teachers: Good luck today. And also, I’m sorry.

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I got a phone call on Friday afternoon from Kathleen’s husband.  Apparently she, a woman years younger then I am, had gone into cardiac arrest on Tuesday morning.  Tuesday morning, May 13th, the day we both celebrate our birthday.  Kathleen has no history of heart problems.  She’s young.  She’s a vegetarian.  She healthy.  She just had her first baby.

Kathleen’s on the mend.  Still in the hospital.  Still trying to figure out what the hell happened to her heart.

I had just spent the Saturday before, three days prior, with Kathleen and baby Elanor…having lunch and shopping in the city.

She was fine.

She was more then fine. She was happy and cheerful and, like always, so fun to be around.

(L-R: Kathleen, baby Elanor, Babboo, me, Eve, and Kathryn)

Please head over and wish Kathleen well.  While she a little busy right now, you know, mending in the hospital, she sure could use the well-wishes and prayers.