Today

I told myself when I woke up today that I. Was. Going. To. Have. A. Good. Day. It's all about attitude, right?

So, I went to the ward party last night by myself (this is what happens when you have a munchkin who goes to bed at 7. Leah.) I got a flat tire in the parking lot, so Brian and a nice guy put on a donut-or is it doughnut?-and drove it home. I spent two hours in Sam's Club today getting it taken care of...to make a long and irritating story short, they wouldn't fix the tire ('it's too worn and is a liability for us. And your other front tire is terrible also'). I ended up leaving with two new tires. My fabulous-and I mean fabulous-sister took my girls while I waited, so I had some free time to eat samples and sit in an office chair and read Tales of Beedle the Bard. This is only cool if you are a Harry Potter geekster like I am. So, day wasted, Christmas money gone, but things could have been much worse.

Hannah is a bit of a character. I don't know how else to put it. The other day at the gym, she climbed on a couch in the lobby and turned off the lights. The lobby is large, spacious, with vaulted ceilings, etc. I tried to turn them back on-with fifteen pairs of eyes staring at us in dead silence-but for some reason they wouldn't go back on. I scooped up the girls and shooed myself out. Do you think it's a coincidence that I haven't been back this week? It's okay to laugh about this one. We've been through much worse in public (right, Brian?). Here's a little picture of her at dinner. She absolutely refused to eat unless she could drink water from a BARBIE PITCHER, which holds exactly two drops. I decided this wasn't a battle I would join today, since we've had many battles over tree ornaments, marbles, and hair pulling. I kept a larger cup at the table and refilled the barbie pitcher twenty or thirty times. Awesome.