I am not sh*tting you

So we sat down to watch our TiVo'd "American Idol" results show. Just as Ryan Seacrest was about to announce the winner, I told my husband, "I don't think there's enough time." He's like, "What do you mean?" I said, "Well, it says '1:59', so if Ryan doesn't tell us, TiVo's going to cut out." He's like, "No, it won't." I said, "It's going to be, 'David....' and then we won't know!"

So Ryan says, "The winner of American Idol is.... David..."

Ding!

TiVo cuts out.

We burst out laughing.

My husband said, "Do you know how many TiVo users who taped this are screaming, "NOOOOO!" at their TVs right now?

So I went online, naturally.

And now I know who won.

And on to tomorrow, which starts my truly favorite time of the year: "So You Think You Can Dance" premieres!

But, of course, I'm going to be at dance class.

I guess I'll have to.... TiVo it!

Coochuleta!

It's David vs. David! I wouldn't call myself a die-hard "American Idol" fan, but even this competition has my husband interested. Will it go to experience or baby-faced innocence?

Edit on Wed. 5/21: Check out Defamer's take on the battle - if even just for the title and the reader comments.

American Idol, here we come

Colin has taken to making up songs now. This little ditty, sung to the tune of "Frere Jacques", was debuted today, on the swings at the park, and name-drops two friends of his from school. Sing along!

I saw spider, I saw spider
Dormez nous? Dormez nous?
Who will touch the spider? Who will touch the spider?
Colby and Chase! Colby and Chase!

Still rolling along

Miss Hayden has started social smiling as of last week (four weeks old). She's also going 4-6 hours between bottles at night (hurrah!) as of 2.5 weeks.

What a change from last time! (Don't tell Colin I said that.)

Colin is feeling better after his bout of brochiolitis; I am dying to get back to dance class; and we're rooting like crazy for this guy on "American Idol".

I'm also trying to figure out how to work a minimal amount of hours starting April 1.

Am I starting to enjoy this stay-at-home-mom-thing a little too much?


Let's just say that raising kids is WAY harder than working (well, most jobs, I suppose). But being at work, while rewarding - and a nice break! - isn't as great as seeing these lovely faces and interacting with them.

Speaking of interacting, the other day Colin and I were playing with trains (my new addiction!). I said to Hayden, "What is your big brother going to do with that curved track?" Colin looked at me seriously and said, "Hayden not to talk, Mommy."

Duh, Mom! She's only a month old!