These are the Jaws of our Lives...

The little-er of the L's seems to be in some freakish biting stage. She is a man eater and I think she kind of likes it. The entire Seriously Family went to the grocery store on Sunday. $298.00 later we left with a helluva lot of food and a few thousand bite marks on the bigger L's arms. We had the luxury of using the ginormous race car carts in which the L's were driving. You know the ones. They are the semi tractor trailer sized carts that are impossible to maneuver through any store that offers them to parents with the word SUCKER tattooed on their foreheads. Yah, that's the one. Little-er L would lean over from her side and take a chunk out of her older brother's arm and then laugh like she was Hannibal Freakin' Lecter. I should have offered her a bottle of Chianti for cripes sake. The little bigger L would then cry and hit her, like any three year old would. So what did we do, tell him to knock it off or we were leaving. Yes, we now know that threats don't work with three year olds who have just been cannibalized and we realize that somewhere SuperNanny is laughing her silly little British ass off at us.

How can we punish him for hitting her when it was just self defense, right? But alas, the shitty parents that we are, we expected him to know better blah, blah, blah. The little-er L is frankly still to small and mush brained to understand any sort of punishment, so for now I guess she is getting away with it. Maybe this is just payback for the first few months of her life when the little bigger L would sneak up and smack her right on her head when she was nursing. Payback can be a bitch young man.

See, I told you we were not in line for any parent of the year award.

So I've got some new digs coming. Cynthia at NW Designs is pimping me out a new blog and I am so excited, it's going to be great! Stay tuned for the update.