Super Tired Mommy Catching Up Game!

Ok, ok, I'm here! I swear! Last week was a rush of papers and visitors and planning and stressing out about a silly picture banner, and then letting everything go and having a great time. My youngest turned one and I'm happy to say I survived not only the first year, but the party, too.

It would be nice to say that I could write something during the day but the minute I leave the boys to themselves it inevitably ends in tears. Usually the elders. Because the younger decided he wanted to play with him, because he is the BestPersonNextToTheLadyWithTheMilkBOOBS. Yeah. I went there. I'm just going to have to write something now, when the boys are tucked away in their beds and sleeping. At least I can sit here on my comfy chair and think about it. Right now, I'm thinking about a poem.

My little Writer's Block book, when opened at random*, says: Tell a story that centers around a recipe.

*and by "random" I mean I kept opening the book until I got a prompt I liked. Of course.

calling eli!!

oh eli??? where are you? now, i realize your little one-year-old's very first birthday is coming up this weekend. and, sure, i guess that's a big deal and all, but it sure would be nice if you came back.
or... or... are you going to wow me with a fantastic little piece you've been slaving away on? like that tiananmen square bit? i mean, that was some incredible writing. yeah, that's what's going to happen. cause surely your not going to just leave it to cocomo. that sounds like a stripper name. oh. speaking of that, what is your stripper name? i think you are supposed to take your first dog's name and the street you grew up on. i didn't have a dog but my brother did so um: bear96thplace. yeah. mine sucks.
so, um, come wow me with your brilliance. or, at least, post your shopping list. cause WE CAN DO THIS! we can write and stick with it-sort of- and you know, make milk, push a broom with our big toe while we stir the pasta with one hand and play patty-cake with the baby with another hand all while telling the three-year-olds a fantastic story about a bunny. hell. maybe we'll write down the bunny story. hop hop.

Ah... sitting at the pool.

So our internet went out. And I ducked out just now to check and see what time the thing that I'm going to tonight starts. And... it's peaceful. Is it wrong I don't want to rush back home? I wonder why I don't have time to write, sheesh, this stage of life... I can't even pee by myself. The toddler and preschooler follow me everywhere. At least I get out of the house at some point.. my poor husband and my bff who is the far better half in this little venture are trapped at home all the time. So I shouldn't complain. Still. It would be nice to have time to sit, think, and write well. Until then I fear the world must suffer my ranting in small paragraphs. Plfflplftt.

hola!

Eli here. Thought I'd stop by and say hello, too. I think this will be a great chance for us to write something every week. Really, we should have thought of this ages ago. Now I have to go back to my little apartment-sized life and squeeze in a moment of writing before bed. Wish me luck!

hi.

so we, my bff and i, have decided to not do nano this year. and thus. elicocomo was born. we are shooting for one poem, or short something-or-other a week. here it goes.
so. let's make this super easy. let's try to write something. anything. at least a paragraph. one a week, minimum. and if we don't do it then 'eh' we shall be flogged. with a wet noodle. or we shall force hubby, ours hopefully, to give us a backrub