How to Grow (and Raise) an Alien...or Two

So Arden just had her first day of preschool. They started a special class for the kids who were too young to start in the fall, but turned 3 before the end of the year. She walked right in and never looked back. I had to get her attention just to say "goodbye". Now I know that there are a lot of parents out there who would dream of being able to drop their kids off without tears, but I'm starting to wonder what I've done to my child. What makes it okay to drop her off somewhere she's never been before with people she's never met before? Does she want to get away from me that badly? Trust, me...I'm glad there's no struggle, but there's a little part of me that wouldn't mind a tear or two.

Before we moved into our new house, we rented a terrible, old, nasty house in town. Right behind us lived the directors of the Montessori school in town. I showed an interest in sending Arden...they told me that after watching Arden from their kitchen window that they weren't quite ready for her yet. How funny is that?

Every day when Ainsley gets off of the bus, she has treats for Greta. Apparantly, the bus driver has a thing for dogs...

WHAT IS THE OBSESSION WITH PUBLIC RESTROOMS????????