You're right Dasha, the sun did come out...

I am happy to report that I seem to be over my few depressed days that I seem to experience whenever Jonny leaves. Probably NOT because my kid's pediatrician (who I am usually wild about but seriously ticked me off this time) launched off an a (a, an?) half hour lecture about how I need to make a list of the things that make me happy so I don't get so down when Jonny leaves but only made this point after talking about adolescents for 20 minutes and I'm thinking, "Who is the adolescent? Does he think I'm acting like an adoloscent? Just check my kids and get me the heck out of here! Why do men always think they have to fix everything?! What the crap kind of things do you think I could do to make myself happy when I'm hauling 3 kids 4 and under around with me and one of them has diabetes and requires quite a bit of extra care?"

Are you still with me after that whopper of a run on sentence? But I probably AM feeling better because my cute Mom watched my kids for me so I could go to lunch with one of my dearest friends and former college roommates who I hardly ever see because we always live on opposite ends of the continent. And then later that night my cute sister and her husband watched my kids while I snuck out and saw Jonny. He is doing training that is seriously only about a 30 minute drive from here, but they won't let him see his family. But we had a clandestine meeting and it was all very exciting except I am one of those boring people that never breaks the rules and I was so nervous the whole time that he was going to get caught and get in trouble. Do you think maybe by the time I'm 35 or 40 I won't be so afraid of getting in trouble? Please bless.



I had some favorite moments with Emma today. We were eating breakfast and she asked me, "Momma? Do I look like a Golden Princess?" "Yes, you do," I told her. She giggled and thanked me, then asked, "Momma? Do I look like a Star Princess?" "Mmm hmmm." More giggling and more thanks. So easy to please, she is.

But my most favorite moment was when she came down from using the bathroom and I asked her if she had washed her hands. "No," she told me. "I couldn't reach so I used my spit, like this."

And then she showed me how she had licked her hands clean.