Boo, Y'all.

Does this backpack make my butt look big?

First order of business: dishwasher is repaired. The repairman showed up within the service window, had the part we needed, and fixed it. And turns out he works for Sears.

But the best part was being told that I need to give him all 5's on the customer service survey. That's like showing me an ink blot and telling me to say, "That's me smiling with my new, beautiful, and in good repair Kenmore appliance!"

Work hard, play hard.

We worked hard for a while. Time to go back to the fair on Mission EAT.

The free juice from the Ocean Spray people is always a highlight. I mean, it's free juice!

Spilt Milk

Natalie spent her last morning of track-out at her alma mater, Sunrise Preschool, telling this year's new senior class all about kindergarten.

The Littlest Ballerina

The thing I love about kids is, they don't care if they've had a "procedure" in the operating room last week. As an adult, we'd probably milk it a little more. But Eve is just happy to be doing something closer to normal...whatever that word means.

It's been a year?

Has it seriously been a whole year since this?

Eve gets deported.

We love our surgeon at Duke so much, we decided we were long overdue for another procedure. Time to haul ass to the hospital. I live for this stuff!

7:45 a.m.

Leave house. Encourage Eve to drink as much protein-infused Gatorade as possible on the first leg of the ride with hopes of dulling NPO-ness throughout the morning.

My new 6 favorite words.

"Mom, you messed up my hair!"

Aww, Eve, I'm so glad you have hair to mess up now.

Dr. Eyelove or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the Patch

Today I was pleasantly surprised by how well my children behaved at Daniel's eye doctor appointment, especially since it was Eve's naptime. (It seems they saved their impiness (is that a word? (ooh, parentheses inside of parentheses inside of parentheses...crap, what was my original thought?)) all for me at home.) The good news is that the one-eyed wonder is improving at warp speed; just two months after wearing the patch, his weak eye can see two full lines further down on the eye chart. So, we'll trod on through the new year with Captain Feathersword and see if he can hit the next line. I'm thinking the last line should spell something like A A R G H.

The cure.

(No, not The Cure.)

I'm going to through it out there again-

PLEASE REGISTER FOR THE TRIANGLE CURESEARCH WALK. Pretty please?

The in and the out of it.

The port is flipped. This I know.

The first nurse to take us back started with, "So you think Eve's port might have flipped?"