Not enough of any one thing

I don't have enough to say about any one thing to make a proper blog post, so here's a bit of a list:

• If my son poops in his pullups one more time on purpose I think I'm going to have a nervous breakdown. That's twice today. I put a diaper on him, sort of hoping to shame him into being a big boy but I think it's going to backfire.
  


• My husband took today off for the release of Fallout: New Vegas. Of course, with two kids at home I'm not sure that I know what to do with the toddler while a graphic video game is played in my living room (and also it means that I won't be able to play said video game, which is one of the very few I care about). He also took a Tuesday off in a couple weeks for the release of Grand Turismo.
  


• Because of his one day off, he worked last night until 2am. That's right. 2am.


• He's still asleep, and I've fed both kids, had a mushroom omelet, bacon and coffee


• Now he's up after hearing me argue with Spencer about eating his waffles (he asked for them and then proceeded to eat my breakfast).


• Henry and I had a play date with a couple girlfriends and their newborns. I made grilled chicken salad and shared a bottle of wine with the other non-breastfeeding mom (okay, I drank 2/3 of the bottle, but hey, I wasn't driving!) We talked about babies for almost the entire time, and it was a lot of fun!


• Henry ate at 4:30pm yesterday, stayed awake until about 8pm, slept until 1am, ate again and slept until 6am. It was a dream.