I can’t sleep. My husband is snoring like Mike Mulligans Steam Shovel, Abby keeps waking up wanting to talk, and I have indigestion, so laying down isn’t fun. How are you?

Speaking of talking, my daughter has discovered language. Up till now, she has been the Silent Child- even to the point I was beginning to be a tad concerned- yeah, not anymore. Everyday she doubles her vocab- at this rate, she’s going to be blogging next week. Her favorite word? “Mine!” Yeah, wonder where she got that one? It’s especially touching because it must always be shrieked, not uttered.

Bean ate only peanut butter and marshmallows yesterday. Yeah, good times.

Stealing the kids Cheetos after they’re asleep leaves little orange tracks on the computer- I can’t even blame them on the kids- they don’t know about the Cheetos… well, they will now…

Wrote a review of Top Chef over at MMW tonight. I admit it- I’m sucked in- this is why I avoid reality tv like the plague. It only takes one exposure, and the ka-pow, you’re sick. You can’t live without seeing what Padma has on, what Tom is going to snark, how mean and grumpy Lisa will look, and what fancy thing Richard is going to whip up this week. I’m weak.

There are many people I need and want to thank lately. I don’t know who wants notoriety and who wants annonymity; some kind, thoughtful and generous people have been helping our family. Someone left us some money in an unmarked envelope, another person sent a gift card, a friend commissioned a painting and paid way too generously, some family members have given us a little help… it’s humbling and I don’t know how I will ever repay the kindnesses that are showered upon us during this sucky time. It’s actually showing itself to be a time of great learning. Hard learning, but learning nonetheless. So thank you. You know who you are.

I have an IEP scheduled for Bean- so Nan (my cousin who is a special-ed administrator), if you’re reading- call me and tell me what to do…

What the crap is Hillary Clinton up to? Why? Seriously, why? Just go away. Is your ambition really that big? You scare me. Go away.

Last night at bedtime, Jeffrey asked me if we were eating the peach tree’s babies if we eat peaches. Uhhh…. well….. Son, it’s time we have a little talk…