Welcome to madness

Peekaboo!

Where's Maven?

Here I am, sitting upstairs at my in-laws' house, nursing a contended Spawnling, drinking decaf and surfing the interweeb while chaos reigns supreme below.

I'm hiding from my tired gremlins who are chasing each other up and down the hallway. There are no pitter-patters of stockinged feet around here, folks. These are my children. It's more like THUMP-BUMP-THUMP-TRAMPLE-BUMP-BANG. I don't want to know what the 'BANG' was. I'll let Geekster figure that out. Avoidance is one of the many benefits of breastfeeding. 'Can you check on the kids, hon? I'm nursing'. Yeah.

We left home at 9am, arrived here just before 1pm and have been treated to not only a party for Gutsy and Intrepid's November birthdays, but also a welcome Spawnling shower. The gremz got mad loot and we were all attacked by delicious calories-laden foods.

There are still several family members here, whom I shall go spend more time with momentarily. Gatherings are fun, but tiring. It's so nice that everyone came to greet the new baby and celebrate with the boys, though. I guess they deserve my company again.

Off I go! Will post more later or tomorrow during subsequent nursing sessions.

P.S.: Geekster just came upstairs and rolled his eyes at me for blogging. Hate the game, not the player, Geekster. He just can't comprehend my level of coolness because it's so above him.