Know what’s even more fun than having a child wake up (five minutes before you were going to lay his sleeping body in his car seat) with an incredibly poopy diaper that you know you have to change before he sits in a car seat for half an hour?

Having him decide, mid-diaper-change, that he was not entirely finished producing said poopy diaper.

Ah, Mondays.  How you delight to torture me.

Last night, we completed our entirely lazy weekend with a pizza from Bellacino’s and Evan Almighty.  The movie was eh, in the way that I get tired of being beaten over the head with some slanted agenda.  Are we destroying the earth, Steve Oedekirk?  Is THAT what you’re trying to tell me?  One more time, because I don’t think it seeped through THE VERY FIRST FRAME WHEN WE SEE HIM DRIVING A HUMMER.  Seriously, all it was lacking was him wearing an “I visited Love Canal and all I got was this lousy tshirt” tshirt.

I do love Steve Carell, but my God, he is almost always so much better than the material/crap they give him.

(Don’t even get me started on Horton Hears a Who.)

Oooh, I misspoke back there.  We ACTUALLY completed our lazy weekend by leashing up the hellhounds and strapping Binja in his front carrier and taking a jaunt in last night’s gloriously mild evening.  Then, after Tony vomited not once BUT TWICE down the front of my shirt, I admitted defeat and we turned around and went home.  I was then stricken by an exhaustion so intense that I could only look at the Binja and will him to stop crying.  Luckily, he took a large bottle (because, you know, the entire contents of his stomach now rested firmly in my bra) and went down without further incident.

I then forced Bryan to watch an hour of Dexter, which is now running on CBS as their answer to the WGA strike.  It was a full hour of “What in the HELL is going on?”.  I’m not a fan.  I know I should be, because I adored Michael C. Hall on Six Feet Under, but MANOHMAN, I have no idea what the hell is going on in that show.  It’s like trying to keep up with Lost, two seasons in.

Which I would never do, because I think Lost is LAME.