Life Hack #4: Summer Edition

Guys, it's getting to that point in summer where I'm getting a little panicky.  It's August 7th.  IT'S AUGUST SEVENTH!  IT'S GOING TO BE OVER SOON.  This panic, this anxiety makes me a little cuckoo, makes me want to control things.  I want to remodel my living room and I'm contemplating getting rid of my piano....however, there's no earthly way I can remodel my living room and I adore my piano.  So, in my infinite wisdom and 8 minutes of spare time I have per day, I realized the one place I have ultimate control is MY BLOG.  Oh my little blogitty blog, I love you.  Thank you for doing exactly what I want and for not hiding your favorite doll in a drawer and then demanding her at nap time.  Please teach your sisters and dad a thing or two, okay?

Don't Tell Mom the Babysitter's Dead

About a month ago, Eric, Grace and I took a trip to Detroit for business. My business. Eric was responsible for Grace during the day while I went to work.  A complete role reversal.  They had a great time together while doing lots of sightseeing and field trips. When we would meet up at the end of the day, Eric was quick to praise the job I've done with Grace and quick to pour himself a glass something strong. I get it. I reaaaallly get it. Babies will take everything you got, and still want more.  He also remarked, almost everyday, how much attention he got for being a dad.