Embarrassing admission

I'm coming right out and admitting it:

I've been watching The Bachelorette on TV. I look forward to it each week.

It's a show that may very well represent everything that's wrong with 21st century entertainment. At the very least, it's diminishing my brain cell count by the minute.

But it appeals to the romantic in me (and I don't mind laughing at it--and at myself watching it--too.)

So, 'fess up. Any ridiculous time wasting activities in your life right now?

The kids' current hobbies

Chickie's current hobbies:

• Taking the caps off markers and putting them on her fingers, then tapping things with them.
• Spending five hours in her room playing because she can't come downstairs until it's clean...then cleaning it in ten minutes, just in time to eat dinner.
• Drawing people, aliens, animals, etc. Girls and boys are differentiated by whether or not they have long, pretty eyelashes.
• Changing food preferences on a whim.
• Telling great jokes like this one: Knock knock. Who's there? Ivan. Ivan who? Ivan workin' on the railroad! (The jokes that make sense usually come from Sid the Science Kid. The ones that don't make sense usually come from Chickie's creative brain.)
  

Zoodle's current hobbies:

• Seeing how long it takes Mommy or Daddy to realize his binky is still in his mouth after he gets up in the morning.
  
• Opening the door of the public rest room stall (or the main door on a one-stall setup) while Mommy is on the potty.
• Seeing how far he can run from Mommy in public areas.
• Charming Mommy with a huge, Zoodlerrific smile.
  

Monday Micro: Warning--gross photo

We went swimming at the neighborhood pool last night. Here's what I learned:

1 little boy
+ 1 big towel (long enough to trip on)
=1 BIG, fat lip



(And one scrape on the chin...and on the cheekbone...and on the shoulder. Poor Zoodle!)