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.

Lukas will be turning 4 next week.  FOUR YEARS OLD!  My baby boy is now an annoying question-asking, snarky, whiney, make-my-life-horrible pre-schooler.  And I love him more than ever.

Lately the subject of gender has been extremely interesting to him.  He stands by as I change his little brother’s diapers and exclaims loudly about Ruegen’s winky (as well as to the horrendous nature of the shits that baby has a talent of producing).

“Mommy!  Ruegen has a winky!” He says to me.

“Yes he does.  That is because he is a boy.”  I reply.

“I have a winky too!  I am a boy!” He says proudly.

“Yes.  That is correct, baby.”  I say.

“And Daddy has a winky too!  Daddy’s winky is really big!”  He says.

“Just don’t let Daddy hear you say that or I’ll never hear the end of it.” I reply.

“And Grandpa has a winky because he’s a boy!”

I start to fidget.

“Errr, yes.  That’s right.” I reply.

Then the subject of my beloved androgynous friend comes up.

“And Ashwee has a winky!  Ashwee is a boy!”  He says.

“No, no.  Aschlie is a girl.  She just looks like a boy.”  I say, trying to give a simple answer because he is only almost 4 and I don’t know how to explain it in a way that the subject deserves without making him run away at the length of the explanation.

“…..Ashwee doesn’t have a winky?” He asks.

“No, baby.  Aschlie is a girl.  Girls don’t have winkies.”  I say.

“I know, Mommy!  You don’t have a winky!  You have big boobies!”  He says, pointing and laughing.

Someday I will have to have a discussion with him about gender, gender identities, and sexuality.  In a way, I am thankful for his Aunt Aschlie because she is someone he loves very much and she will be a reason for him not to see androgyny or homosexuality as something weird or odd.  It will just be someone being who they are.

I tried to end this with a super cute picture of Lukas and Aschlie together, but I only have two pictures of them together and they are facing away from me looking out of a door.  This needs to be fixed!

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.