So, life's been crazy lately.  Seriously, who knew something spilled on the floor could be both sticky and slippery? 

I have lately discovered that the "why" stage of questioning we hit at about age three gets repeated when your own children hit about five. 

Why are there soap bubbles?  Where the freak are they coming from?
Why are there diapers in the dishwasher?
Seriously kid, why's your shirt upside down?  How'd you manage that?


Anyway, my husband needs the computer, the baby is crying, and I know I've been away a while, but I'll be back real soon!