Everyone's here, present and accounted for.

Craig is in Dallas, where, according to Julia, he is buying Dallas crackers. We don't really know what Dallas crackers are or why he would need to buy them, but we're just happy he isn't trying out to be a Cowboy's cheerleader. He has great legs, but I don't think the outfit would work. He tells me he's meeting with collaborators on a multi-institution NSF grant, likely story.

In any case, we're a house of estrogen at the moment, which is never a good thing, but we're managing. Grace keeps instructing Julia that "we need to help mommy because she is all alone for two whole days!" Entirely cute, but I wasn't aware that I was quite so helpless as a single parent. Grace has been a huge help, getting breakfast for herself and Julia, feeding the cats, and even cleaning up her toys! Who knew children could be so industrious. Perhaps this whole child rearing thing has some benefits.

Speaking of child rearing, I just learned that another cousin is expecting her first baby. Hooray for her, and hooray for me that I am not expecting another child. Just a year ago, I blogged that I was having baby cravings. I wrote that post as I was weaning Julia, and I'm sure the loss of our nursing relationship influenced me. A year later, and I don't have baby urges at all. Yeah, if circumstances arose where we found ourselves pregnant again (circumstances? I guess I have a hard time spelling s-e-x), we would love that child, yada, yada, yada, but I've found that I don't want another one. When I look around the table at dinner, I feel like we're all here. It doesn't hurt that at some point during the meal one or both of my children break down in tears about 1) being touched by her sibling; 2) having food particles on her hand; or 3) unhappiness about the food on her plate. Sounds fun, doesn't it? Don't you want to come to my house for dinner?