What do I know?

What do I know? My eldest asks me this frequently. I don't actually know what I know and it is really very hard to quantify into words. I want to tell her that I know everything and she can never get anything by me. I'm not sure how long that will go over though and then she will know that on top of the fact that I don't know everything, I'm also a liar. Ah well, I have my beautiful baby who gazes at me like I'm his whole world. I guess he doesn't actually look like an alien anyway. Today we went to the library and it is Children's Day in India and they danced and listened to stories in Hindi and made masks that look like animals faces. They had fun doing that. I wonder why that baby is never quiet unless I have him in the sling? Probably that colic. I am super tired but I have homework to do and I have been procrastinating a long time tonight. I should have been done already, but instead I decided to build me a family website. The question you have to ask yourself is, "Will my family ever look at this? Will I forget about it completely by the time that my kids are old enough to appreciate it? Will I actually add things or will it turn out like this blog?" And after all those questions are asked, you realize it doesn't matter. Because the most you can do is try and write stuff down for your kids to remember later. If some of it doesn't get to them, well I figure that most children don't have a website that outlines all the stories that anyone in their family ever had and they porbably feel pretty comfortable in their family. I am looking into that geneology stuff though cause the family tree tool on this family website thing is awesome! If any of you do that stuff, can you tell me how long it takes and what benefits it has brought you? Do you use any websites that help you?

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So, first of all, Roobios is an extremely funny word, don't you think? Anyway, my brother and I were thinking about what the name and/or title of a leader of bunnies would be (if bunnies were to organize and take over the world) and we have come to the conclusion that Roobios is the obvious answer. So basically, in answer to your question, Roobios is the Bunny Leader/Bunny God. If that doesn't make sense to you, welcome to my brain. Sorry about the confusion. It happens to a lot of people.

Moving on, I am like a huge heifer. So I seriously have not gained one pound throughout this pregnancy (I started out huge - LOL) but really the belly really throws you off-kilter even if you don't gain a thing. I think it's like a center of gravity thing that gets me. Anyway, I can't even sleep and I pray to Roobios daily that he makes the baby come now. I am at 37 1/2 weeks and ready to kill myself. But really, if there is a God, do you really think that he knows you are alive? And if so, do you think he/she/bunny is interested? Roobios is probably way bored with my life. Here is the big excitement for me lately - I am trying to get my kids on an earlier schedule to get ready for school. Now let me testify to you that this has been no walk in the park but for Roobios' sake, do you think that every person that calls me needs an update on how this is going? Probably not, but I find that I don't have anything else to talk about. Other than my dream this afternoon about when I was a CSI in outer space that figured out that the killer was my dog. Also in my dream, the CSI had heartburn. Shockingly, so did I when I woke up and realized that this was still my life. But really, to other moms, how do you get your kids in bed early enough for them to be ready to get up by 6 am the next morning to go to school? I want to die thinking about it, especially since soon I will be woken frequently throughout the night by mewling from the alien wanting food. I think alien is going to be my pet name for the baby. I have always felt that babies look rather similar to aliens. Don't you? Unfortunately, aliens leave to return to their own planet and children do not.

Seriously, I kind of like kids and I really actually love mine even if it isn't coming across today. Today, I hate everyone. Well, except for my youngest because he called me Mom today like three times and since he is a foster child and they normally call me by my first name, my heart melted whenever I heard it. Anyway, if you are reading this and you know me, bring me dinner so I don't have to go into my kitchen any more tonight. I think I have eaten like 4 apples purely because I am too lazy to actually make myself dinner.