This morning I went to wake Elizabeth up and she wasn't in her bed. She was fine: she'd just gotten up quietly and gone to the living room---which is atypical for her, obvs, or I would have cottoned to what was going on a little sooner. But those seconds of first thinking "That's funny: she's so buried under her covers I don't even see her," and then "Actually...she's so burrowed in, it doesn't even look like there's room for her under there, nervous ha ha," and then "Okay, okay, she's NOT under there, she might have just gone in to our bed after I got up," and then "SHE PROBABLY JUST GOT UP QUIETLY, THAT'S ALL, THERE IS NO NEED TO PANIC ABOUT THIS"---well, it was a little draining, and I found my hands were a little shaky by the time I saw the back of her head in the living room.
NOTHING CAN HAPPEN TO THEM, is the problem with having children.
Rob, eating a taco: "Mmmmmmm, BEEF!" Paul: "...It's turkey." Another meat education fail. (It would be a more understandable fail if we didn't, every taco night, send either Rob or William to the downstairs freezer with instructions to bring up a package of ground turkey.)
Rachel AKA Doing My Best AKA Crappy Day Present Sender has started a blog, and one of her entries is the Crappy Day Present backstory, plus instructions!
On the baby name blog, one of the hardest naming issues I've ever attempted to answer: what to do when you're marrying someone who has a hyphenated surname.
On Milk and Cookies: our favorite cheap but good brand-name stuff. Like, not generic, but not La Mer either. I'm taking notes from the comments section.
On the review blog: review of a custom-decorated (with stickers) toothbrush and toothpaste for kids, with a $100 Visa gift card giveaway. Through June 9th.
Gift ideas for an 8-year-old, part 2 of 2 - Last week I talked about the gifts we were getting/considering for Edward, who is turning 8 next month. This week it’s Elizabeth’s turn: not “girl gifts,” ...