The title of this post comes from a conversation I was having with the man tonight over dinner (oh I made a fantastic dinner!).  It was about an old saw in publishing about what sells books: golf, cats and Nazi's.  I found it hilarious and hope the title has enticed a whole new slew of readers into the Toddler Tube fold.  If you are new, welcome.  Sit a spell.  Put down your 9 iron, stroke your cat and enjoy this Jew girl's wandering prose...

First off, it's Friday.  It's the freakin' weekend.  But since you're here, it probably means you're like me: not willing to sell your kid to afford the babysitter.  So, since we're all stuck in the house, here's a fab Web video I thought you'd enjoy:  The Children's Guide to the Apocalypse.   

What else? Well I'm so very sleepy.  I worked mega hard today, hoofed into the city during today's Manhattan monsoon (except monsoons aren't as cold, right?) and I nearly kissed Hugo to death this eve.  His new game of giving me a naughty smile before running headlong into my arms and laughing on impact, is a scene I keep replaying in my mind.  

Unfortunately, I've no video of it as I was too busy living it.  Like the dog walk we took in the pouring rain, there are some moments that can't be captured, not without a union film crew, at least.

Many apologies and I be back this weekend with a video of excitement.  In the meantime, why not make your own magic and upload it to motionbox?  Also, I've an idea... if you do that, please let me know and if it's under two minutes and features yer baby I'd love to embed it right here on this here blog. First/cutest come first served.

I leave you with this.

Can you scold dog for being on couch 

... when baby is parked in his dog bed?

That's it for now Web.  Stick a fork in me, I'm done!

xoxo,

Susie, who is sleepy and not just saying that to be cool.