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I miss my husband.  I know God uses spells of loneliness to grow us and shape us and show us our great need for Him, but I just need it on the record that I hate this.

Today E stepped in an open diaper full of Z's poop and instinctively, before I could grab him, wiped it into the carpet.  Sick.

Z keeps calling things ridiculous ('diculous), which cracks me up.

M only wants finger foods, but they make her gag because she stuffs all the pieces into her mouth at once.

It's a cloudy cool start to June today, and E came up to me totally dressed, telling me that he had earned a dollar and he wanted to go to the toy store ("called the garage") to buy a tricycle and then he wanted to ride it while I "stroll with baby" so that he wouldn't get kidnapped.  So... we did!  Except that we left the babe at home for a nap.  I've never been more thankful to live on a short, flat street!  Hooray for a preview of the family fun in our future.  I'm so ready to have a walking baby who only needs one nap a day.  I love her tiny self and don't want to speed up time, but that never stops me from peering ahead to shinier days!

Anyway.... E peddled!!  All by himself, peddled the world's crappiest Craigslisted trike ever!  He did it!! Up and down the street!  I hope it helps him sleep tonight.

I have all these high hopes about our move.  That I can have a small box that rides in the car with us full of new fun things they'll love, some ready-to-go arts and crafts projects that they can work on while we do the dirty work.  But I'm really going to have to get my butt in gear for all that.  BEcause, of course, I have way more pressing matters to take care of... like getting rid of all our truly unnecessary things for the Great Downsize... and then cleaning what's left so that we don't move all our smudge and grime to the new house.  Haaahaha...  I love my idealistic thoughts.  I'm glad I'll have two weeks with Josh before the movers come, but we all know there aren't enough hours in the day to check through my list in that amount of time.

Alright, my baby's crying.  That was a super fun 10 minutes to myself, though.  Super.Fun.  I didn't even get to drink my coffee.  I agree with Zach.  This endeavor is absolutely ridiculous.  But... but... but... I don't want to stop! Don't make me stop!!