I have a really good reason for not updating my blog this time: I am an imbecile.

So what was it this time, you ask?

This time, I somehow got it into my head that my final paper in one course would be just like the others (except, you know, it would be the last one) when in fact it was supposed to be an in-depth analysis of a country's political system. And much longer. So I was pretty busy for the few days after discovering that. Which happened to also be the few days before it was due.

But hey, it could have happened to anyone, right?

Right?

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Viggy and I recently took Baby S to the consulate recently to apply for a passport for her, so that she can come with when I reunite with SNAN, and do some other stuff.

The consulate here is a single room. The waiting room is also the actual meeting room, so as you're sitting there in front of the consul dude hearing about all the mistakes you made filling out your forms, you can simultaneously feel the glares from a dozen more competent people who won't have their turn until you finish.

And then Baby S noticed that we were doing something with pens and paper, which means DRAWING, which means OMG WHY AM I NOT DRAWING WHHYYYY it is NOT FAIR!!!!

So then we had the mistakes, and the glaring, and a child climbing up and down us wailing, "Daa-ing!! DAAA-IIIIING!!!!" and grabbing at the pens.

Fortunately, I came up with a simple but genius solution, to wit: let Baby S draw on me. I left the room looking like I'd been attacked by a flock of rabid pens, but that's the price you pay for keeping the decibel level down.
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N was sick Monday. When I went to pick D up from daycare, she informed me sadly that it was "NOT fun, because N wasn't there."

Then we got home and she and N raced to each other and gave each other a big hug. Awwww.

Stistarly love: it doesn't always involve hitting.
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I had the following conversation with Adi recently. It started when Viggy mentioned something about the last Twilight movie.

A: Twilight? I love Twilight.
Me: Honey, I don't think you've seen Twilight.
A: Yes I have! Twilight is my favorite!
Me: No, only grown-ups see Twilight. Twilight isn't for kids.
A: I saw Twilight! At E's house!
Me: E's mom let you watch Twilight???
A: Yes! Me and E love Twilight! (Pause) And porky-pie, and Apple-jack, and all the rest of the My Little Ponies!
Me: *practically faints in relief*

(not that My Little Ponies is super educational, either, but I'm pretty sure there's no necrophilia semi-abusive undead romance going on there. And that "spider monkey" is never used as a sexy nickname.)

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Speaking of Twilight, my plan to become an expert on all things paranormal-teen-fiction related (a profession that, funnily enough, I didn't see in this year's job rankings) has been thwarted by the local library's poor selection. And the fact that many of the books are objectively terrible.

Luckily, I have my love story starring a serial-killing clown to work on while I wait for more books to become available.