Trip to Ohio, day 1

Dear Other People Staying in the Hotel,
I am so sorry. Both for the screaming flailing fit at 9:30 which necessitated removal to the car, and for the inconsolable crying at 12:30. We did our best, I swear.
Humbly,
The Mother

Dear Dillo,
Thank you for being such an angel. You went to sleep with only minor grumbling, and woke up for the regular middle of the night feedings with no fuss. Then you woke up at 5 and when I despaired at the lack of wifi and decided to try to get you back to sleep, you went! And slept until 7:30! You win the baby gold star.
Love,
Mamamama

Dear mr. flea,
You were wonderful. Thank you for being patient when all I wanted to do was administer a thrashing. I am so glad to have you as my partner.
Love,
me

Dear Casper,
ON. THE. LIST.
Love tempered with serious frustration,
Mommy

The drive went as well as could be expected, and much better than I had hoped - we made it in 8 1/2 hours (starting at 6:30 am) and stopped only 3 times. The Dillo was not very happy, but pretty complaisant, and Casper was great. We got to the cousins' and Casper disappeared to play with E (age 4) and they cooperated and shared and had a good time and she came to ask for help when she needed to use the potty. I was very very tired by the time we left for the hotel, though, and then things got ugly. Hope it's better tonight.

Happy Christmas Post, for a change

NPR's story this AM by Margot Adler about the marzipan pringles (http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=6665095) got me all weepy - partly for the dad-tradition and partly for the sixteen year old son helping make the pringles - yes, my son is only 5 months old, but I was all, "someday my little boy will have this mannish voice and say stuff like, 'mom, you're ruining it!' but help make the candies anyway."

I think I am a sucker for sons. Not that this is a bad thing.

Best. Sister. Ever.

Mine, that is. Package arrived from her this am, and I opened it and sitting on top is a bag of dried apricots. Because I am visiting the No Vegetable People. (Dinner last night - KFC with mashed potatoes and gravy, and white bread. I do love KFC, but, you know. I have carrots and celery and apples and brown bread stashed in our hotel room...)

I love you, honey.