“MOM!  I’m hungry!  MOM! I can’t find my purple t-shirt!  MOM! The dog stinks!  MOM! Where is my new F16 fighter jet?  MOM! What’s for dinner!  MOM! I don’t like tilapia…  again!  MOM! I need $7.14 for 5th Grade Recorder Class!  MOM! Will you wipe my butt?” Oh gross, right?  But seriously, how many “MOMs!” can one handle?  Would it be too hard to just tell me one thing at a time?!  Not at the Hott House.  You see, ours is also equipped by my techno-happy husband who felt it was necessary to have each Hott child possess their very own laptop -- at the age of two.  So, add another "MOM!  Can you log me on to lego.com!"  Wait, there’s more!  We also have a gazillion televisions in our house. So, yes…, "MOM!  My t.v. remote won’t work!  MOM!  The Wii needs batteries!"  Or, "MOM!  I can’t find the Disney Channel!" Now, while listening to all of the commotion, I am normally preparing a snack for someone although dinner, which is half way complete on the stove, is just 30 minutes … [Read more...]