It has finally happened. They are both sitting on the couch, reading the “American Girls” catalog that I didn’t manage to toss in the recycle before the Biggie snatched it. The Biggie is saying, “Do you like this one? Or this one? Or this one? Or this one?” and the Wee One is saying sullenly, “Mo. Mo. Mo. Mo.” But they are sitting calmly, together, while I hide over here and play on my little computer. If only I had that latte…(see the entry from July 10, 2003).


Murphy’s Law rules again…Immediately after I wrote that, the Wee One, naked except for striped socks, climbed into my lap and thrust her sticky fingers in my hair. Ahhh, popsicle season!