I don’t get it.

Aiden had managed to once again weasel his way into our bed tonight, when he suddenly woke up crying.  Since I just nursed him an hour before, I wasn’t about to offer my services as the resident cow… there was no way he should be hungry.

So, I picked him up and tried to comfort him by walking around and singing softly in his ear.  And he cried.  And screamed.  And was generally mean to his mama, who was trying her damn best to soothe this cranky child.

Finally, I admit, I had it.  I couldn’t get him to calm down and the crying was getting to me.  I decided to put him down in his crib and let him cry there for a few minutes while I took a breather.  And whaddya know?  Within two minutes he had soothed himself and fell asleep.  Huh?  Sometimes the kid really confuses me.  But I’ll take it!

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In other news… American Gladiators is back!  Remember this show from way back when?  I confess, I’ll be watching.  (But, damn, when will this writer’s strike end? This is getting crazy).

P.S.  Check out Hellga.  This is one gladiator biatch that I wouldn’t want to mess with.  She’d kick my ass from here to Sunday, but I love her name.  Hehheh.

You wanna make somethin’ of it?

I shall crush you with my manly arms and smother you with my silicone breasts of power!

Argghhh!!!!!