Five minutes this afternoon.

After looking at these pictures, I realized Morgan has one playmate (besides me). Sometimes he plays zoo keeper and feeds her afternoon snacks like Kix cereal or skinless slices of apple. She obliges. But most of the time she just plays 'dead'. Last summer, one my achievement day girls told me she felt bad and hoped I would have more children. For Morgan.  

Alas, the lonely life of a sort-of 'only child'.

Moments later, a full blown fit ensued, which left me laughing, mostly because I've spent too much energy being annoyed. And more children, are you nuts?! 

(Check out the classic throw-yourself-on-the-floor-kick-your-legs-in-the-air action!)

And then I thought,

Someday, son,

when you're older,

I will kick your butt for all your rotten, naughty toddler shenanigans.

For now, I will just kiss you instead.

Makes us both feel better. (I think.)

Oh yes, yep, diaper's on again. We gave it a good run, but I'm done for now. 

Potty training sucks. 

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In other news, looking forward to Dateline date night with the Mr., and for our nightly let's-snuggle-in-bed-and-watch-'Lost' fiesta, which will most likely keep us up until the wee hours of the morning.

Cheesy Tortellini is cooking crockpot style and I just may get around to mopping the floor tomorrow. 

PS - Mr. Keller looked hot today in his new purple shirt and swanky pea coat I bought him for Christmas.

Now, if you will, imagine him falling flat on his back on the sidewalk out front when he came home from church on Sunday.

Don't worry. I made sure he was still alive before I laughed my arse off.

Still laughing about it. Uncontrollably, at times.

I hope something else really funny happens again soon. Keeps me sane.

Now here's to a happy, funny weekend for us all.

xoxo.