My little miser has gotten interested in money all of a sudden, probably due to Mickey Mouse needing coins to buy something from Pete on the Mickey Mouse Clubhouse (ugh), and so she mooched all my change, and all my dad's change, and has been obsessively putting the coins into her piggy bank. Then she asks me to take them out for her, so she can put them back in again.
Too bad I already took the huge jars of loose change that my dad saved up for her over the last few years in the bank. She would've been busy for weeks.
Claire is getting a new tooth. I am trying, with limited success, to prevent her from teething on coins (and dog food).
Sometimes, especially on days like today when I hit the ground running and don't stop until, oh, now... and this is only a 10 minute break before bath time... Sometimes I wonder what I ever did to keep busy before I had kids. My friend Karen agreed with me when I ran into her on the way out of the office at 6 pm today - there just aren't enough hours in the day anymore. Where do they all go?