Weekend At Robb@*#($&*zzzzzzzz........

Mayun, am I beat.

As I mentioned Friday, we babysat the LMC's Future ROTC Scholarship Winner and his little sister this weekend.

First, let me hasten to say that for their ages (they're three and one, respectively), the LMC's kids behaved beautifully from the time they rolled in Friday evening until the time they left this morning. No fussing about going to bed, no tantrums, no disasters, no accidents requiring changes of undies and/or diapers. And how much fun it was to have the Boy calling me "Unco Wob" the whole time.

Second, though, I have to say that the experience firmly cemented in my mind the conviction that I never, ever want to have another child of that age myself. After you've been out of the Toddler Zone for a bit, you begin to forget the weariness associated with having to keep a near constant eye on the little darlins. This weekend brought it all back in detail. There's a whole spate of new or impending younglings 'round this corner of the Blogsphere, and I admire folks like Phin, Jen, Random and most recently Jordana for taking them on, but after 48 hours or so, I felt like Sgt. Hulka sprawled on top of the armored RV as it fights its way out of Soviet-controlled Checkoslovakia..

'Course, I'm also tired because of the effect the LMC's kids' visit had on the Llama-ettes. Cats? Meet the jumbo economy sack of catnip. Fifty-five gallon drum of aviation fuel? Meet match. Gollum? Meet the Precious.

I need a nap.