I feel too paranoid to post a lot of stuff about the mother-in-law visit here, but you can imagine me doing Lamaze breathing and thinking that, as with childbirth, at least there is a definite end to this. And then please picture how I felt last night, when I realized her departure date was FRIDAY, and not Thursday as I'd thought.
Anyway, today I am stealing a minute before the children wake up, and already I hear Henry crying. And so I am back into the fray, and we'll talk more later.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 1 of 2 - I have TWO 8-year-olds to buy for, so I’m going to split it up into two posts. Today will be the things we’re getting for Edward. I dislike saying “Gift id...