Rebecca's poem

Jenny, don't cry.
Your big sister is by!

Haircut

From Rebecca, after I got a haircut today: "You look like my mom again!"

Me: "Who did I look like before?"

Rebecca: "You looked worse."

Chores

I have asked my kids to practice the piano. I also told one that we need to vacuum. (Actually, she told me that--emphatically!)  Last week I told them I didn't care about raking yet, just weeding, because we have so few leaves on the lawn. Are they weeding? Vacuuming? Practicing? No. They are raking.

Matching

Me: That skirt doesn't match your shirt.
R: Well, it matches my underwear.  So there!

A find!

Cleaning things off of the deck led me into the storage room, where I opened a small white box and found two cartons of baby formula! They haven't even expired yet. And the box has my name on it, so at some point I must have 1) received the box 2) opened it 3) stashed it and 4) forgotten it. Which, given the way my memory's been behaving lately, I admit could have happened as recently as yesterday.

sleep

Baby slept 6 1/2 hours last night! but of course that's all I slept too so I'm still dozy...