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So, you know how my kids are obsessed with infomercials? The Space Bag , the Buxton Organizer, the Craft-Lite Cutter , Mighty Putty? (Current favorite is, of course, the Snuggie.) Today, C dumped someone's leftover milk off the kitchen counter. All over the floor, cabinets, counter stool. J started wiping it up. I grabbed a rag and was running it under the faucet to follow behind, when M came into the kitchen. "Wait! I'll get the Shamwow!" she said as she ran to the laundry room. Yes, Internets. We are proud owners of the Shamwow . (And also, Debbie Meyer's Green Bags, which Santa brought for G's stocking. Heh.) In my defense (a weak one, I'll admit), I didn't order the Shamwow from Tony on TV. I bought them at Target from an As Seen on TV endcap. Because I'm a sucker.

My husband bought me two new lenses for Christmas. One is a long lens for kids' sports and backyard wildlife. The other is a 1.8 for good close-ups. The kind that I so expertly describe to my sister (a professional photographer) as "the ones that get blurry in the background". So, here is a glimpse of my idyllic mornings. Post-school drop off for the big kids. I get to relax and sit at the table with the newspaper and coffee and enjoy the solitude and the silence. Except I don't drink coffee and I've never, ever experienced solitude or silence during the waking hours of these two.

My two year old sons are wrestling each other on my bed as I read through my Google Reader feeds from today. They were getting a bit rowdy and loud so I said, "HEY! Guys! Come on. Would you give me a break?!" C's response: "No way!" (And now they are sitting on the bed, having picked up the remote and turned the TV on, watching some heinous watches on QVC.)

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When I was One, I had just begun. When I was Two, I was nearly new. When I was Three I was hardly me. When I was Four, I was not much more. When I was Five , I was just alive. But now I am Six, I'm as clever as clever, So I think I'll be six now for ever and ever.

I am wonderfully amazed that my children have no idea why today is so historic. In their lives, it is not unusual that the President of the United States is African-American. And that is so cool that I choke back tears just to type it. Mostly, they are excited that two little kids are moving into the White House today. To them, that is the coolest thing that will happen on this day. And that innocent thought alone is pretty freaking awesome. I love it. I am hopeful today that the President will have an administration that will give his detractors little to complain about, one that will stand up to the historic position his election created, one that will make those who went before him and those who elected him proud, one that will make this country better than it is today. He can certainly talk the talk. Now is the time to walk the walk. For my children, I hope that the excitement continues well beyond today. (And I just saw Malia Obama videotaping her dad giving his inaugural addres

How early can you diagnose someone with obsessive compulsive disorder?

Patiently waiting for cake. C licking cake from the table and making a general mess of things. Quite different from last year . H, having an OCD moment, wouldn't eat anything but insisted on cleaning up any crumb that hit the table. Ridiculously different from last year . H, happy to be on his new bouncy horse. C, pissed that H is on his new bouncy horse. C, ecstatic to be on his new bouncy horse. H, being consoled by grandma because he had to share his new bouncy horse. Ahhh, two...

We discussed saints tonight. I asked if anyone could tell me the name of a saint. After some silence, Angelina raised her hand and said, "Oooh, oooh, ummm, that lady, you know, Jesus' mom. I can't remember her name." I quiz these children every week on who makes up the Holy Trinity and the Holy Family. And you'd think that my class of mostly Hispanic Catholic kids might be able to come up with the Blessed Mother, Mary, Mother Mary, Our Lady of Guadalupe. Something. But no. I have failed. Their penance was to start learning the Hail, Mary. Or as Alysia called it "the one with the fruit in it." Prior to this, in the midst of our discussion of saints, unprompted by any apparent conversational fragment, Alysia raised her hand. "Yes, Alysia?" "When I was a baby, my fifth word was salad." "....."

One of my CCD (religion class) students - 7 years old - told me last night that her family hides their car behind their house "because someone keeps wanting to steal it." He's called the repo man, sweetheart. And it makes me sad that you have to worry about him.

My baby - two year old H - has learned to say "booger". Except he pronounces it "buggah" - just like Hugh Grant says "bugger" (every two minutes) in Four Weddings and a Funeral . It makes me laugh.

It is 60 degrees here today. My husband wore shorts and a T-shirt while he worked on another home improvement project in the driveway. The neighbor was just outside, walking the dog, in shorts and flip-flops. And my three favorite people who can speak in intelligible, complete sentences (...most of the time - I'm looking at you, J) are downstairs on the patio, hanging out. The temperature is dropping a little bit, so they've got a blanket. I wish every day could be like this one. ******** In other news, my almost 6 year old told me that our house is "kinda rich." I asked her what she meant and she told me "You know, it's pretty fancy." We do have a nice house in a nice neighborhood but I was appalled. We had to have a quick and dirty talk about bragging, showing off and the like. Here's hoping some of it sticks.