Nuts...

My electric toothbrush started beeping at me tonight.
I really, honestly and truthfully thought there was a bomb in my garbage disposal.
I yelled for Reece, then noticed the little red battery light flashing.
And yes, sometimes I brush my teeth in the kitchen.
That's the curse of sharing a bathroom with a boy.

Today I changed Lola's diaper and put her little undies back on.
Something didn't feel right.
Her butt wasn't poofy enough.
Was she losing weight?
Nope.
I just forgot to replace the diaper.

I poured myself a glass of orange juice.
But before taking a gulp, I blew on it.
Lola stared at me.
Then she pinched my chest and laughed, because that's her new way of making fun of me.

See?  I really am going nuts.