Ew.

I went looking for this toy* and found it in Jonah's room.

Then I walked into the kitchen, toy in hand, and looked down in Jonah's bouncer. To my horror, there was the toy again.

I cannot explain this.

It reminds me of the time I went to church and looked up to see a lady I know, and sitting right next to her was... herself. There were two of her.** I got the chills and almost threw up.

*I use the word "toy" loosely--this particular "toy" does not provide any "fun times." Borrring.

**Twins! Which is always creepy, but more creepy when they are 50 years old and still have the same haircut and glasses and you didn't know the other one existed.

A few items of business

1. I have gotten so used to talking to someone (hint: a baby) who doesn't talk back that the other day I found myself explaining to a spider in a very nice voice why he had to die.

2. Seth, would you like to name our next child Hosni?

3. Yesterday as I walked past our neighbors' side yard, their mean dog screamed at me and body slammed the fence as usual, only this time he managed to accomplish his goal, which was to knock over the fence. Okay, not the whole fence. Just a board. He was stunned for a second, then he resumed screaming and body slamming and trying to squeeze through the gap so he could kill me. Get a life, man.

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