Doubly Blessed +1

I'm finding driving toddlers around to be like an endless game of "I Spy" where everyone gets to spy 50 things at the same time. AND you better acknowledge each super exciting find with enthusiasm or it will be repeated until you do.

Also, they feature run-on sentences like this one by Gracie Noel:

"mamaIwannahearthatlovesongnotthatsongtheothersongisyouanddaddysotherlovesongyouanddaddyaremarriedbecauseyoulovedaddysoooomuchandyougotaringanddaddygotaringandIwantaringwhenIgetmarriedandyouloveTaterandyouloveBennyandyoulovedaddyandyouaremarriedandyouhugandkissdaddyallllltimes."

(We are really into the marriage/rings/love talk lately).

I'd guess it's been about year and a half since Sean and I had a conversation in the car. Maybe we can treat ourselves to one for Valentine's day? Lock the kids in the house for 10 minutes and pretend we are driving and talking. Sounds super lame romantic.

Yes, my standards have hit an all time low.