Back After a Much Needed Break!

Yeah, don't start with me... So I wrote 5 blogs and needed a break? Weak! I know... *hangs head in shame* To all the people who told me I needed to write a blog, thank you. To all 6 people who actually did READ my blog, and have been hounding me for more ridiculously humorous (but completely true!) records of my daily happenings, thank you. I'm back! Yes, my computer is mostly broken, the screen hanging limply from the keyboard section due to death by buttocks (MY buttocks, but that's a story for later...) and I haven't had the time nor funds to replace said butt-smashed computer. And yes, it heats up uncomfortably under my wrists as I try to finagle the screen into cooperating with the keyboard. But I miss my outlet! Facebook and it's 400 characters or less nonsense leave me with a plethora of words to get off my chest! How can I REALLY relay all the information I have in my superhero face (check my facebook... It's a Draven-ism) in 400 characters or less without resorting to text speak? (Which I try not to involve myself in if I can help it. Txt speak that is, not actual texting. I know I'd be one of those people actually verbalizing LOL's and IKR?s in public. And if I see the number 2 standing in for 'to' or 'too' I want to smack somebody. Gently. In txt form.) So my little people are now 4 years old and 16 months old, and little guy is already planning his next birthday party (He'll be 5! Next JOOOON! [don't remind me! *sniffle*] and he wants WOBOTS!) and what he thinks he'll be getting. Little Princess Diva is wandering around at the speed of light and has learned that the little gate thingy at the bottom of the stairs is for CLIMBING! It was fun and challenging the first time, but now is completely unnecessary as she can pole-vault over the thing with the ease and grace of  an Olympic ballerina. (Do they have ballet in the Olympics?) Do I give in and take it down? Or do I buy a new one, duct tape them together one atop the other, and see how many minutes it takes for her to disassemble that nuisance? We only have one bathroom, and its upstairs, but who can't hold their bladder all day? Oh... wait... I also have a 4 year old that 'doesn't listen to his body' until the last second when he goes leaping over the gate with the speed and grace of a gazelle with rabies, then flings himself up the stairs. Oh, wait again. Maybe that's where the delicate flower learned it from?