One of the most important guys in the world...

Yes, from the Amazon company picnic, here's a shot of one of the most important guys in the world. And oh yeah, there's Jeff Bezos in the background, too.

I'd always thought the boys were Democrats...

or maybe it was just wishful thinking that made me get them longsleeve t-shirts that say "Lifelong Democrat." However, I think my hopes have been confirmed for at least one of them. I left the room and they did their thing trying to mess with the computer. When I came back in it was up on a donation page for MoveOn.org. I don't know whether to be irritated that they were messing with the computer or proud that they've got their politics figured out already.

The emptiest threat of them all....

From Eddie to Chas: "You say you're sorry or I'm putting myself in timeout!"

Hmm.

Yesterday was the best day of our whole entire lives...

OK, so when you're only 3 years old and some change, that's probably not saying too much. But yesterday we spent the day out with Thomas at the Snoqualmie Historical Railway. Today, Eddie keeps crying because he can't go back. It was hotter than Hades but that didn't dampen their spirits. Eddie in particular made excellent use of the small mister that was set up. But nothingn could make the heat anything less than oppressive.

They got temporary Thomas tattoos but now they don't want to go swimming, despite the continued heat, because they are afraid the tats will wear off. Yesterday definitely rekindled the flame of their Thomas love. He is cheeky and wonderful.

Something is scaring the sheet (and blanket) out of Chas

OK, I'm sure that everyone expects a post about the cruise. But really, I'm all talked out. It was awesome. It was amahzing. It was, on one night at least, a puke-fest for the boys and very nearly for me. (On a storm scale of 1 to 10 it was a 7 said the captain. Which was about 5 too high for my stomach.) Anyway, I'll post some photos of us (and the boys' donor-sibling Casey who we met on board along with her moms, one of whom is in the photo.) I'll also post the shots Steph took of her three seasick family members. (Thank God she's got a gut of steel.)

OK, now that we have that out of the way, the latest trauma around here is that Chas seems to have developed a fear of sheets and blankets. He keeps saying there's "some-sin" in them. I told him to go to bed the other night and he stood there looking at hsi bed and saying "I try." And try he did, putting a foot on the bed only to pull it off, then trying again etc. Clean sheets and a blanket seem to have done the trick last night -- but then he wet the bed. So he gets more clean sheets tonight. I'm hoping this doesn't become a nightly requirement. Eddie, for some reason, has decided that what Chas is afraid of in the blanket is not a monster or a spider but a kitty. As in baby cat. I have no idea what the hell is wrong with my boys.

Put your hand down, Cyndi...

raise ur fist
Originally uploaded by Rosie O'Donnell.

I'll blog about the cruise soon. No need to get all militant about it...