First Day of Preschool

Book Rave

I just finished reading Every Last One by Anna Quindlen. I loved it. I plowed through the first 3/4 of the book and then realized that I was getting alarmingly near the end, so then I paced myself so that I could savor every morsel that was left. It's a surprisingly easy ready, given the subject matter and Quindlen's writing style really agrees with me. I get really tired of fluffy reads but can't often commit my brain to deep reads either, at the end of the day. This book hit just the right spot.

What we do in August

We play in the sprinkler/water the crispy grass. I am multi-tasking mother/homeowner!

We eat popsicles

in our diaper.

I got to go and visit my dear friend on the East Coast

and practice all of my baby whisperer skills on her 16 month old (oh, and the temperature hovered in the high 70's the whole time I was there).

We practiced taking "head shots" for the picture that we're supposed to bring to the first day of preschool.

Now that we've done all of that, you can leave now, August. We don't much care for you around here.

Anna-ism of the Day

Upon pulling up at school this morning, only to find that another car had parked in our usual spot:

"Damn it! There's a car in our spot."

Oopsy daisy.

An exhaustingly fun birthday party!

What a party! Jack's buddy's first birthday was a smashing success. You know it's a good party when everyone gets stripped down to their diapers and guests start passing out on the couch.



Usually the first person to pass out at a party gets dirty words written on their forehead in permanent marker. Jack got off easy--just getting his belly button repeatedly poked by the guest of honor.