Yes, yes I know that I promised I was back and then I dropped off again.

Sorry about that.

I actually read a blog post (I’m not linking to it) earlier this week about whether or not bloggers should obligate themselves to letting their readers know when and possibly why they are taking blog-vacations.  Well….that post PISSED ME THE HELL OFF.  Not the actual content to be exact (why should it?  It had a good point or two in there, not that I’m buying into any of it) but the TONE that the author used.  She actually wrote another post in which she was expressing a bit of irritation over a bad comment (not made by me! But I won’t begrudge a blogger a chance to complain about a negative comment. They suck!) on that post and she said something along the lines of,”Well if you don’t want to be considerate and giving, then fine!”

Fuck that lady.  I’m sure she’s nice in real life and a wonderful writer, but fuck that lady.

I have my reasons, my reasons are good, and although I really like all of you who come to read this blog, my personal life is my own.  My struggles are my own goddamned business.

And besides, my lovely readers, if you want to talk with me or ask why the hell I’m not writing, feel free to ask. I have a contact email, I have a Twitter account as well as a Facebook and Google+ account.  I’m not hard to find if you want to chastise me for being a lazy blogger.  Surely nobody is intimidated by me and my little ol’ blog.

A little ol’ blog that I still love dearly.

But enough of that.  Who wants to see pictures of my babies?  (You had better ALL raise your hands!)

I’ve had two birthdays, and trick-or-treating go on over here, so I’ve got some great pics!

Since Lukas’ actual birthday and his birthday party were on different days, he only got one toy on his actual birthday.  He was pretty happy with his toy leaf blower.  If only it were real.  Seriously, you should see my yard!

I love this picture of Lukas wearing his Angry Birds hat.  This was taken at his birthday party, and you bet your ass it was Spongebob themed!  Viva la Sponge!

This is my baby Ruegen on his first birthday.

He wasn’t as messy as his brother was with his first birthday cake, but I still got an epic picture!

Lukas actually picked out this costume.  He passed up all of the brand-name costumes so he could be a monster.  I was so freaking proud!

FUZZY BLUE DRAGON!  FUZZY BLUE DRAGON!  FUZZY BLUE DRAGON!

Fuzzy Blue Dragon waiting patiently while Swamp Monster gets his wardrobe malfunction fixed.

This is the best picture I got of Fuzzy Blue Dragon and Swamp Monster together.  All the others look like Swamp Monster is trying to eat Fuzzy Blue Dragon.

And now I will end this out-of-the-blue-not-so-pleasant-in-the-beginning post and go back to my hole.  I’d like to say I’ll post more often, but you know the song by now, don’t you?  Thanks for hanging around.

I’ll open with the video.  It’s a little long at almost 3 minutes but I DO NOT CARE.  I couldn’t cut it.  It’s too fucking cute.  NOTE:  I also had to incorporate an f-bomb in here somewhere.  With my absence, there has been a gloomy lack of f-bombs surrounding my online presence.

Untitled from Somer Canon on Vimeo.

And now a story about Lukas:

We all had some sort of horribly virulent cold/flu.  It lasted for almost 4 weeks.  During this time, Lukas found it amusing to keep removing his socks when downstairs in the family room and running around bare-foot.  If we had carpet this would not bother me, but we have stone and hardwood floors and this house is old and drafty.  So I gave him a talking-to about not taking his sock off anymore and made him understand that bare-feet in cold weather is a very bad thing.

The next morning, I awoke to my adorable three year-old standing next to my bed staring at me.  He was totally nude with his blankey wrapped around his neck like a super hero cape.  I sat up and asked why he was naked.  He smiled a huge smile and said,
“Look, Mommy!”

He had stripped himself totally naked, but had had the presence of mind to put socks on.

Let’s just get one thing straight:  Lukas is three years-old and is sometimes a giant pain in my butt.  He won’t eat dinner most nights and throws massive temper tantrums when I won’t let him eat candy for every meal.  Yes, I am looking forward to the end of this phase, although I am happy to report that the child has not lost his sense of humor or his ability to completely out of the blue put me into hysterical laughter.  I am grateful for that.  Very grateful.

Jessie wanted brownies.  I made an ungodly huge batch of homemade brownies and as I was preparing them, Lukas came into the kitchen and asked ever so politely, “Mommy, can I lick the spoon?”  Of course he can lick the spoon!  I gave him my whisk and sent him into the dining room.  I was slightly alarmed by how quiet it was in there.  As any of you who have dealt with a toddler know, silence means catastrophe 9 times out of 10.  So I peeked around the corner to see him standing on a chair happily licking the whisk and was completely covered in brownie batter.  It was in his hair, all over his face, on his feet (how??) and all over the chair he was standing on.  I was standing there looking at him and he notices me and says, “This is a great breakfast, Mommy!”  It was 7 p.m. but his innocent voice and that sweet declaration just caused me to have a great giggle.

Today I was trying to get a good picture of Lukas and Ruegen together.  Lukas was not having it and just lost it.  Being a horrible person, I snapped a picture anyway.  But I felt bad that he wasn’t happy at having his picture taken so I did what any semi-sane mother of a toddler would do.  I started yelling “EASTER BUNNY!”  Nothing else.  There I am, huge camera in front of my face yelling “EASTER BUNNY!” at my children.

It made the little stinker smile.  Ruegen, however remained stoic and looked as if he were trying to ignore our very existence.

The funniest thing Lukas did today involved his kitty keyboard.  For Christmas, Santa (ahem!) brought him a musical keyboard that looks like a smiling cat.  It plays in different tunes including meowing kitties and has a function that plays songs.  Today we got stuck on the Hokey Pokey and had a lot of fun singing it and dancing.  The problem, was that the keyboard only plays two verses of the song so we could only ever get our arms in.  He would keep pushing the button that would go through the songs and he was getting frustrated at having to go through so many songs before getting to the Hokey Pokey.  Finally he stood up over the keyboard and yelled down to it, “GIMME DA HOKEY POKEY!!!”

I had stitches from laughing over that one.  I had a good laugh again when I was trying to tell the story to Jessie putting as much emphasis on “GIMME DA HOKEY POKEY!” as I could.  He smiled and looked at me like I was a loon.  Whatever, it was funny!

Even Ruegen laughed.