Thank you, Sir. May I blog another?

I have been encouraged friendly like to blog, thank you Trish and Teresita, and I have been guilted to blog; you know who you are. Jeff. And here is the result of that nudging: *I'm sitting at the computer in the dining room. When I sat down it was quiet. Now, Ava is playing Lady Gaga Kidzbop style for me. I'm not allowed to look directly at her, but judging by her shadow, she is rocking OUT. Sophia is quite forcefully showing me how her puppy eats carrots. Celery. Now celery. Celery! MAMA!! Yes. Celery. Neat! Nnnnutssss!!! He eats nuts. Look. Look. LooK! (extra emphasis on the 'K'. Try it at the office. Got my attention.) He eats nutsssss! Ok,yes, nuts! Awesome! We have now maxed out the volume on the Leappad. And I think Ava is having a seizure. Don't LOOK! Ok. Not a seizure. She dances just like me! And, Phia is showing me, pay close attention here, how to write each and EVERY letter in the alphabet. After she writes the letter, we still watch because then her Leappad gives us a word that starts with that letter. And THEN, her puppy acts out the word. But, we have to see it ALL or we miss out on the point and have to do it again. Ava is spinning now. Spinning like she may never stop. If not for the Christmas tree. I did that once. Except I was rollerblading. And I didn't actually make it to the tree. Any friends out there who remember this story are now invited to draw their very best depiction of this event of athletic prowess and post it to Facebook. The winner gets a prize! So, why does it take so long for me to follow one blog with another? For the same reason I don't follow one "shower" day with another. God gave me a family. A vibrant, active, LETS SHARE THIS MOMENT ALL OF US TOGETHER RIGHT NOW family. Sitting quietly is not actually listed as an option in my mom papers. Kidzbop actually paid money, I think; not sure how the exchange of money happens with this "music", to have children sing a song whose main lyrics are "I whip my hair back and forth! I whip my hair back and forth!" Hey, um, guys? Someday that kid is going to be in a position of power. Does that concern anyone else? My sister and her two kids, who admittedly are adults trapped in children's bodies, came home from the Cities for Christmas. My nephew, who is 8, and I were watching a bit of TV when a really bad commercial came on. He asked me what the point of the commercial was. And I, forgetting his REAL age, said "Well, its just a silly commercial where they are playing with words that have a couple meanings." He said, "that wasn't silly. that was stupid." So, I said, "well then, I guess you better grow up to be the guy that writes better commercials." What does my nephew then say with exactly ZERO hesitation? "No. I'm going to grow up to be the guy that FIRES the guy who makes the stupid commercials." Ok. So, um, no Super Friends for you? Having been directed to blog has actually worked fairly well. It would seem I write better when I think less. Minus the complete lack of flow and direction. And point.