That’s right, I NEVER write here anymore…. But it’s not for a lack of will, it’s just that I’m a little busy and spreading it thin lately.

So we started this project with my sister, an online-whole-awesome interactivegoodness-from-outerspace-type-o’-project. And guess who’s supposed to do the design and stuff? That’s right, yours truly. Except I don’t know why I get myself into these situations. I mean, I’m no designer, I dabble, that’s what I do!

Anyway, it’s cool, it’l be what it is, and I’m sure you guys will love it too… Well, you better ‘cause we’ll be bombarding twitter with it! hehe >-}

Just to give an update on personal things, though. Son is doing ok, his daycare is rehearsing their end of the year show that will take place on wednesday. woohoo!—- Well, sure woohoo it is, whatever, I mean, I don’t want to sound like a horrible mother, but it’s ok. I love when my son comes out, because he’s my son, but come on, they are around 3 years old, they just stand there and look at us in the audience. It’s cute, it’s just that I don’t want to see the other kids necessarily! That and the fact that the song selection always has to be these annoyingly high, almost whining women singing them. Why is it kids can’t have real music? My son doesn’t like all this crap! What’s up with that chick here who’s famous like Mc Donald’s, her name is Annie Brocoli? What!? DO you really think my son is stupid? Brocoli? The first time he heard that he looked at me (2.5 years old) and asked me where they had put Michael Jackson, and Manu Katché (for those who don’t know, Manu Katché is a drummer, mostly famous for playing with Peter Gabriel)…

Ok, ok, I’ll stop the rant here, but know this, I”m not a bad mother, the song selection committee is the bad educator!

On to daughter. Doing better. Reflux still here, but not as bad. I mean, she’ll throw up on you and all, and it’ll be a fountain coming out of her mouth, but it’s not so stressful as it used to be. That means it probably got better. I don’t know. She’s, unfortunately for her, the second kid. I noticed yesterday at the park that she was eating grass. Err. Whatever… Do you know the amount of stress I put on my son when he was that age!? oy! That’s where I was a bad mother, always sterilizing his environment, like he was sick or something. Ok, whatever is the word today!

I digress.

Daughter is doing good, she’s quite the easy child actually, now that we’re over colic, no sleep etc. She sleeps night very well, she’s even starting naps and all, and she’s smiles ALL THE TIME! The child will not stop. Now she’s even dancing to top it off. I’ve got dancers for children, they won’t stop. EVER!

Oh you noticed, we’re a happy family. yeah yeah yeah… No, stop vomiting right now, you ingrate, I write here, and all you can do is make fun of me. pfff. Shame on you!

On this note, I leave you for another 300 years until I write here again. Oh but I will let you know at the end of the month when our super duper hormonal nymph gynic site comes out!

Cheers.