At a potluck dinner tonight Kate challenged Den for who ate more. And she ate a bit of everything: a bunch of meatballs, macaroni, bread, chicken, rice and beans. (I of course out-ate them both. I was pregnant and hungry.)

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Why the hell is the “Journey to Ernie” song stuck in my head?

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I learned the hard way to always pick Kate’s cash register coins up off the floor every night before going to bed. If I don’t the cat plays floor hockey with them all night, slamming them into our doors. I’m sure HE finds that very fun. Me, not so much.

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Kate is such a drama queen when she’s sick. At this point when she starts kicking and crying at bedtime I just want to roll my eyes and say, “Seriously, you just have a runny nose. You are fine. Go to sleep!” Every single runny nose she gets causes this.

Which reminds me, I need to remember to have Den change her crib sheets tomorrow. I can no longer reach without squashing my belly.

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The problem with Kate and I sleeping in after being up late? Insomnia the next night. I am wide awake. At midnight. This is not good.