Last night when David got home from work, I was frosting cookies. Dinner had not been started. (I have priorities.) David said that was fine, we could eat cookies for dinner. But I was already feeling a bit emotional (who, me?) and I knew a really bad blood sugar episode (with the high and low only a sugar cookie with cream cheese frosting and pink sprinkles can produce) would likely threaten the very fabric of my marriage.

And technically, I believe in marriage. So I made pasta primavera. And I only cried a little bit when I was sweeping the floor. (Who could blame me?)

Today was "Dress as Your Favorite Book Character Day" at school. Which just makes my heart throb. If they had had such a day when I was growing up, it would have been as good as Christmas. I lived most of my young life as a book character. So yesterday I dropped everything and drove around town finding a yellow sweater for Ethan, Eskimo boots for Olivia, and a blonde wig for Savannah. The yellow sweater proved the hardest to find and I finally ended up altering a yellow sweatshirt I found in the Junior's department. I told David that I spent more on Book Character Day than I did on Halloween.

But this morning, Ethan was worried because he didn't have any ears.

I heard Savannah say, "Don't worry. Mom can make ears in two seconds." And then told him about the year she was Lily and I sewed her some ears while she was making her bed. I don't remember that. But it's probably true. I am amazing like that.

When I was doing the girls wigs this morning, Ethan said, "I can't wait to go to school. Everyone's going to be dressed up."

Not wanting to burst his bubble Savannah said slowly, "Well, actually, not everyone."

"What?"

"Well. Not everyone believes in books. Our Mom does."

And how.