There's too long of a "not eating food" period between whenever the last snack time is at day care and dinner at home. As a result, I frequently travel with snacks in my car to appease the kids on the drive home. (Otherwise, there is much fighting.)

The other day I brought bananas. We were driving home and the weather was nice so I put my window down. Of course, Abbey demanded that I put her window down too. When she finished eating her banana, she flung the peel out the window. I immediately looked around to see if anyone had noticed, feeling ashamed because my daughter had just blatantly littered as we drove down a busy street in my bright yellow car, but also I thought "Hey! It's just like MarioKart!" and smiled to myself imagining a car behind me driving over it and spinning out.

I find that that's a lot of what parenting is like, weird emotional pairings like embarrassment and amusement or horror and awe. (Which is what I felt when my oldest was 2 and climbed to the top of our side by side fridge by pulling himself up on the handles and walking his feet up the front.).

And, New Baby's crying. This blog will obviously be a tale told in pieces.

Quote of the day:

Sam: "I got hit in the face by a brick at school today."

Me: "What?! How did that happen?"

Sam: "Well, I was bored so I wasn't thinking about where I was going so I walked into a wall."