The good life.

No, not my bday, which was in fact pretty damn good. (Popcorn in them morning, b/w cookie in the afternoon, hoho cake in the evening...not that everything is measured in food, but I'm just saying.)

The good life is when I realized a few minutes ago that it is very, very quiet in the house. Since the kids all woke up in the funk today and had been crying/whining all morning, this immediately worried me and I had images of hair lying on the floor of the bathroom again.

But...luckily, when I went into Parker's room to check, Miranda said, "Parker is reading me a book." And Elizabeth was playing some number frog game on his computer.

Why can't all days be like this???