I didn't talk to many grown ups today

This is Malcolm trying to crawl.  He can't quite get his enormous head off the ground yet.

"Look at those eyes!"  That is what I hear pretty much everywhere I go.  That and, "Do you know your daughter's shoes are on the wrong feet?"

I think our toilet in the hall bathroom is broken.  And by broken I mean leaking all over the floor.  Yum. I think it just leaks when it is flushed.  Of course, Patrick has the MUN conference at UF this weekend, so he will not be able to fix it.  I don't doubt that I could do it myself as I am quite handy, (stop laughing, I really am) but I have 3 little reasons that would be running around unoccupied, most likely splashing around the house in toilet water,  while I wrestled a toilet.  Plus, toilets are heavy.

Anyway, not much has been going on here.  I do have one funny story from when we were at Satchel's last weekend.  The kids were kinda screaming while we were sitting in the booth (they were excited; we were at Satchels!).  Well, Patrick and I were all, "You guys have to calm down or we will have to leave." and making the stern face when a man in the booth next to us sneezed this really loud, old man, barky kinda sneeze. (I am laughing even as I type this.  I am not sure it was even that funny.)  Ceci leans over and says in a whispery voice, "I heared a doggie in here."  I lost it.  So much for the stern face.  I could hardly tell it to Patrick.  Maybe it was so funny to me (I'm crying here) because when the guy sneezed, I thought, "Man, that was loud, and rather dog-like."  And then she said that within seconds of me thinking that.  Although Patrick laughed pretty hard too.  

I don't think I have mentioned our wrong number problem.  As some of you know, we have a VERY easy phone number.  It is also easily confused with, oh, any number in the phonebook.  I think the conversation goes like this:

"Hmmm, what is the number for GRU/T-Mobile/The Orthopedic Center/Hunter's Run Apartments/Alex Powers/your mom (just to name a few)?  I think it's (insert my # here).  I'll try it."

"ring, ring" 

I answer quickly because most likely it is naptime.  "Hello."

"Hi, is this GRU/T-Mobile/The Orthopedic Center/Hunter's Run/ Alex Powers/your mom?"

me: "No." click.

This can happen upwards of 7 times a day.  It generally happens at least once a day.

Why don't we change our number?  Too much work.  I'll just keep hanging up.

Now, don't you take this as your opportunity to call my house an fake a wrong number call.  I will hang up on you, too.