Hmmm. Right you are my son.

I usually drive a 1998 four-door Honda Civic. For the last month I have been driving my husbands car, a Subaru Outback wagon, because it's easier with two kids as it is higher off the ground and has a key ring locking system.

Today, while driving around doing errands, G nicely asked for Elizabeth Mitchell's song, "Little Bird, Little Bird."

I did a quick, superficial scan for the cd and abruptly said, "It's not here honey, it must be in Dad's car."

To which he responded, "But this IS Dad's car, keep looking."

2 is infinitely harder

Both children are sleeping. At. The. Same. Time.

I feel like a deer in the headlights. Afraid to breathe, afraid to move, for I might alert them to my presence and interrupt this perfect peacefulness.

How did I ever think that having one was hard?