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Yesterday evening Henry and I watched "Peter Pan" and ate cookies. Then we started "Aladdin", which, as it turns out, is perhaps a little too scary for a three year old. At one point Henry picked up Owl and asked him if he was scared of the tiger. Owl apparently said yes, so while Henry cuddled him, I switched the dvd out in favor of Nemo instead. Let's here it for Owl's honesty.

Now that he's on his way home, I can confess that Dave's been out of town since Sunday morning. Not that big a deal until I woke up yesterday feeling less than stellar. I used to wonder how people ever managed to take care of dogs by themselves, because even if you have a fever and feel like you're dying, the dog still needs to go out for a walk. Now that I have a kid, I don't know how single parents do it because even when you're able to finagle a situation where you're not as "on" as you usually are, you're still pretty on, and when you're a one man show, it's tough to resist the urge to put your kid to bed for the night at 5PM just to get a little bit of a break.

In other fascinating news, while Dave was out of town, my friend lent me her Jeep Cherokee Sport so I could take Henry to school and then to the grocery store (Where we bought a gigantic bottle of extra-strength Tylenol and two different kinds of pre-made cookie dough. Where we also ran into another woman I know who was keeping three kids in line while I tried to hide the contents of my shopping basket. I was so ashamed.) and finally back home again. The first few times I walked around the corner of the house and saw her car in the driveway I started looking around for her, thinking she had stopped by for a visit. It was sad. Anyway, the point of this story is I now want a Jeep Cherokee Sport, and since I already have one sitting in my driveway, I've decided not to give it back. Sorry. And thanks!