Two things happened this week. First, as you know, Lydia has a new addition to her family. In the form of a fuzzball named Brady. He's super adorable and Kate got to meet him yesterday. WOOT! He has those feet that make him look like Emmanuel Lewis met Shaquille O'Neal. Add in the hardwood floors at Lydia's house and Brady just sort of splashes on the floor when he's tired and all four paws go in nine different directions and then he sorta looks like a frog. When I explained that to Lefty, he grabbed himself and said, "Is Brady a boy?" and I said yep, and then he tried to say something else but he just sorta did this inhalation gasping and I think he's finally gotten to the age where he feels vicarious pain. I'm still thinking about telling him that eventually Brady will get fixed, but I fear that Lefty's left hand will never let go of -- well, lefty.
The second thing that happened was unprecedented in MommyLand...after nearly two years together, Kate and Lydia went on a errand together. With no kids. For the first time, it was just us...to be fair, we had a conference call we had to do, which happened over Lydia's terrible cell phone speaker while sitting in the Big White Tampon...then we went grocery shopping.

[Editor's note: Kate is a lying whore. I did have a list. I just didn't USE it. Besides, a 4 lb bag of frozen periogies is always a good idea. - Lydia]
We finally wandered away from each other, but then would run into each other ten aisles later, and pretend to be all surprised and delighted to see each other. At one point, I think I said to Lydia, "I just need to get toothpaste and batteries" and Lydia made that face that makes it clear she's thinking something gross.
OH! And Lydia was in cute jeans and a white t-shirt with no boobstains and Kate was in flip flops, no makeup and had a headband on. Pure trainwreck. Which, coincidentally, is exactly what Lydia wrote about this week over at Parent's Connect. Fortunately, she was talking about herself...
Lydia also wrote about what NOT to say to a stay at home mom, unless you want her to get an eye twitch. And start plotting against you. Intentionally provoking a mommy in a bad day is sort of like poking a badger with a spoon.
As if that wasn't enough, when we were checking out, Lydia imploded into a fit of weirdness and stupidity for no apparent reason...

Kate: Uhh, no. What?
Lydia: That lady? Coming out of the bathroom? Wearing the super extra very tight yoga pants and boobstain shirt holding a book? The older lady?
Kate: I'm lost.
Lydia: C'mon, Fancy! Pay attention! Am I almost her? Am I close?
Kate: Whu--?
Lydia: She just casually strolled out of the bathroom carrying a book! Like, just admitting that she was going to be there for a while. Shooting a deuce. At Wegman's. And she didn't care who knew it. Is that me? Is that where I'm headed? Oh god. Am I there yet?
Kate: No. Stupid. You're fine. You're close, but I'm never going to let you get that far. Did you happen to notice that I'm wearing a headband. A. head. band.
Lydia: Do you need a book, too?
Kate: Maybe when we get back to your house. Hooker.
It was the most awesome grocery store trip ever. Mostly because Lydia spent more money than Kate did. By fourteen dollars...I'm so gonna tell the Cap'n about this. Right after I rat on her that she didn't use any coupons.
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