Who knew?

Kerri found some Toy Story action figures at a yard sale and yesterday Libby found them. It took her about three minutes before Woody and Buzz were in a passionate make-out session. Who knew?

Libby's First Day at School, in her own Words

Insert Camping Pictures Here

Martin just realized that he accidentally deleted all of the camping pictures. Oh, well.

We had a pretty good time, although I'm not anxious to repeat it anytime soon. The girls had a ball! They loved having a killer playground in our "back yard." They insisted on using the pool Sunday even though it was foggy, drizzly, and about 65 degrees. Woohoo!

Sleep wasn't great, but I suppose it could have been worse. They could have stayed up alllll night long and instead of just waking up allllllll night long.

The most fascinating part of the trip? We were next to a family with SEVEN kids. The oldest was maybe 12 (at the most). And while that was interesting, the most interesting part was that the parents paid not a lick of attention to anyone but the baby. I'm talking, 2- and 3-year-olds sent to the playground for the entire day. And the baby sat in a playpen the whole time except when her diaper needed changing. It was quite remarkable.

The most amazing part to me? The parents sat and talked for hours and hours on end. Not sat in companionable silence but actually sat and talked, talked, talked (well, the man talked; the woman mostly listened and laughed). I don't think Martin and I talk that much in a month, and we only have two kids! (Sorry, honey, but it's the truth.) Apparently, when your parenting style is non-parenting, you A) feel no need to ever stop breeding, and B) can still court each other like you're childless.

A-Camping We Will Go

We're taking the girls camping for the first time this weekend! Just a quick little trip about an hour away. May the force be with us.

Libby keeps shouting, "We need a tent and sticks and marshmallows." She's repeated this endlessly since we told them this morning. Emma has started adding, "And lollipops." The kid knows how to work it. (Needless to say, we now have some lollipops packed.)

A Penny Earned

And there was much rejoicing!




P.S. It was a penny, not a quarter.
P.P.S. No, I did not save it. The logistics of saving it would have been ... unpleasant.