Typical

It's my first official post. I want to make sure everything is perfect on the blog-front. After thinking long and hard about what I want to name my new past-time (and getting most of my good ideas denied because they're taken already) I finally decided on lilyinthemiddle.blogspot.com.

I know. It looks weird.

I told M. that it looks like it says lilyin instead of lily in the middle, but the only other good option we came up with was dirtyfeet.blogspot.com. Taken.

W. (my oldest) suggested supersaver.com and findit.com until I informed him that we aren't selling anything....other than my self-esteem and reasonable privacy rights.

He said "Oh, what about meangreen.com or crazyaboutmom.com." Of course, all that kissing up deserved at least a "That's a GREAT idea!" which he promptly got.

Then I requested that he take a shower and actually wash his hair...an outlandish request at best to a stinky 10-year old with questionable hygiene. After he got out of the shower, he covered his head with a Santa hat and informed me that he washed his hair. I told him I wanted to smell it. He got back in the shower.

So, back to my brilliant dream of the perfect first post.

Pictures lined up on the camera? Check.
Ideas for the first post? Check.
Science fair project for W. finished and turned in? Check.

What do I actually have to show for it? Crap, that's what. Crap.

Pictures of the family? Ha. My family scoffs at pictures. Technically, they scoff at pretty much anything that will make my brilliant dream of the perfect first post come true. C. (my middle child, a darling 3 yr old) stole my camera battery out of the charger and for some real kicks, gave it to L. (my youngest at 13 months) to drool on and use as a teether. Camera battery? Bloated and destroyed.

Ideas for the first post? No problem. I'll get on my desktop and retrieve my genius ramblings. Oh, what's this? Bloop. L. has once again used her powers for evil and has pressed all the buttons on my computer, resulting in a total meltdown.

Children-3; My Dreams- dying in front of my eyes.

Hell, at least I still have that science fair project that we finished up last night.