Palin, Biden, and stretch aliens

I don't really want to talk about the vice presidential debates last night (I'm nothing if not non-confrontational) except that I was surprised by both candidates. I was watching more or less like a Nascar fan, to see which one would obliterate themselves first, and yeah, my money was on Palin. But where last week's debate left me less optimistic about both camps, this one upped my confidence in both. What's an undecided to do... oh yeah! Clean the house, feed the baby, do the dishes, take out the trash...

Eden and Judah and I had a good day yesterday. Dory and Landon came for a visit just after Sesame Street (and yes, Sesame Street has become for us a unit of time in the same way I once gauged distances in cigarettes.) We took our romper room on the road and hit Wendy's for lunch, where everyone was very well-behaved. Good girl, Dory! Have a Pop Tart :) The rest of the afternoon followed along just as smoothly with Eden taking a good, long nap on my parents' bed, Judah laughing himself into oblivion, and my finally finishing the manuscript I was given to read about two months ago. Since both of the kids needed bathing, we headed upstairs right after dinner to start the process. No matter what kind of day she has had, Eden can almost always be counted on to be sweet, pleasant, and affectionate during her bedtime routine. This could speak to a child's desire for routine, or maybe Eden is just an evening person, but the reasoning matters less to me than the sweet time I can spend with my daughter each night before she goes to sleep. Last night she found these:








I've been cleaning out the built in drawers in the dormer of the kids' room which, incidentally, used to be a spare bedroom. The amount and variety of crap was astounding, but there were a few gems. The stretch aliens were a wedding gift, actually. (You didn't get presents like this when you got married? You must not have invited your friends from art school.)