Pete Says:

When Pete was little and just learning to play hide-and-seek, Pete's parents, even though they knew where Pete was all the time (usually in the last place Pete had found someone), would say, "Where's Pete?" and "Where'd Pete go?" to make the game more interesting. But Pete didn't get it. From behind a chair or around a corner, Pete's little voice would chirp, "I'm over here!"

Piano Lessons

Pete is teaching Husbandguy to play the piano.

Yay! ¡¡Una Fiesta!!

Our neighbors' twin grandsons live with them, and Sunday they celebrated their 7th birthday, and they invited us. They invited us last year, too, but we were expecting Nana and Poppop and couldn't go. But this year, since we didn't have any plans we went. And we had a great time. I think Husbandguy was a little worried because our neighbors don't speak English and he doesn't speak any Spanish and I only know a little, but there were tons of people there and most of them spoke English. I broke out my Spanish where I was comfortable and if I messed it up, they were super nice about it and didn't let on, and DH just didn't say much of anything, but he never does, really. Right, Everybody-Who-Ever-Met-DH?

They cooked dinner, carnitas and rice & beans. It was really good. Lulu loved the arroz y frijoles. It tasted a lot like the yummy smell that wafts from their house every day around noon... And there was music; Lulu danced. Lulu also made a friend, and I learned how to say "get down" in Spanish ("¡bajate!"), and Lulu said, "hola" one time. And they had piñatas, lots and lots of piñatas. And lots! And we all got goodie bags, me, DH, Pete, and Lulu. And they gave us balls and silly string and Pete got other toys. Lulu and DH had to come home before it was over because, "La bebé quiere dormir" (I said that), but Pete and I stayed for cake (tres leches, I think) and then came home. I was really proud of Pete. She was sweet and shy, but she didn't let her shyness keep her from enjoying herself. She hit the piñatas and collected candy and laughed and played (mostly by herself and with her sister).

And the whole time it looked like it was going to storm at any second, but it never did. DH and I were commenting that we hope for rain usually in the evenings but this time we hoped it wouldn't.

Now I feel like I want to do something for them to let them know how much we appreciated being included, but I don't know what. What I do best is bake. I'm not sure what to bake, though. They're from Mexico (my evidence for this is the Mexican flag they hang on their porch). What could I bake that they would enjoy? Maybe Pete and I can make cookies. Lemon cookies. Or something...

We had a great time. Pete said "gracias" when we left. I said, "¡Muchas gracias!" and I meant it. It was muy divertida!

Who Knew?!

Husbandguy got a nice gift card to an upscale, expensive restaurant as a bonus from his boss because he did stuff right (he usually does at work). We've had it for months, and we finally used it today (it's saturday). We took the girls with us because... why not?! They're both good kids and deserve fancy food too. Plus we needed to take them to the mall to get shoes for when school starts and it gets too cold for sandals. Anyway, I got the filet mignon because I haven't had one in a really long time. It was overcooked but very tasty. I got some pasta to go with it to share with Lulu, which she ate and did enjoy, but what she liked best of all was the filet! Who knew?! She liked it so much that she started pushing her pasta off her plate when she ran out of steak. Silly kid!

Then, because Pete was so good all afternoon and especially at dinner when she shared her food with her sister too, I snuck her away from DH on the way to the car and bought her a Hannah Montana wig. She loves it and she looks great in it and we put it on her as soon as we paid for it and she wore it out of the mall and lots of people smiled and commented and enjoyed it almost as much as we did. It was cool.

A Thought About Recipes

It occurred to me that if I ever do follow a recipe, it's when I'm baking. Because anyone who was at Meme's birthday celebration in 2005 can tell you what happens if you don't (see The Grandpa's cake). Today I think we'll make pretzels.

Apparently...

Apparently I just can't wait to be king because that's what I've been singing for the last two weeks.

The New Harry Potter Movie

Okay. I saw the first movie, and I own the second one (someone gave it to me - it's still shrink wrapped), but I really didn't think I had any interest in seeing the rest of the movies. The first one was fine, you know, it was actually less distorted than I expected it to be, but the book was way better, and I assume it is the same for all of the movies.

But the other day I realized that I would kind of like to see "The Order of the Phoenix." I'm curious about how they did all that stuff at the ministry during the battle. I'll be disappointed if they left it out, though. Maybe I should wait until it comes on PPV. That way it won't cost as much...

Also, Pete and I are reading Book 1. She seems to like it. Moomie read Chapter 3 to her yesterday.

The First Tomato

Pete and Moomie picked our first tomato yesterday. They decided that even though it needed to be picked, it wasn't quite ready to eat yet so Moomie didn't get to try it like Pete and I had planned. Which is too bad because I don't think I'm interested in eating any (seeing as I really don't like tomatoes), and it would be nice for Pete to be able to share it with someone. Maybe Husbandguy will try a piece. Maybe Lulu will discover that she really does like tomatoes after all. Maybe we'll have unexpected company who want tomatoes. Maybe VW and Ginger like tomatoes...

We've got two more on the plant that this one came from. Actually we've got three more, but one of them has been pea-sized for a month so I don't think we're getting a tomato out of that one. Our other two plants have a total of six beginning tomatoes. So we have potential of sharing with Moomie later this summer...

The Girls Are Going on Vacation

Today, announced Pete, they're going to South America. Apparently they're taking a plane and a train. Lulu had to wait (impatiently) while Pete finished her breakfast, and as soon as Pete gets dressed, they're off! I hope they don't stay too long. I need to go to the grocery store.

Pianos, Pianos Everywhere!

Last night I dreamed I was in a big building with all sort of halls and rooms and there were pianos, hundreds of them, lining all the walls. They were all different, looking and sounding. When I finally found one I wanted to play, the person who brought my music (someone other than me) brought the wrong music. I don't think I actually got to play more than a couple of notes on any of the pianos...

LL Says:

Well, what doesn't Lulu say? That kid's a talker. She knows words we don't know she knows until she says them.

Pete Says:

Pete said, "I put a trampoline behind some bushes and I couldn't see it and I was like 'What are they jumping on?!' and then I was juggling penguins.

Yeah. I don't know.

I was thinking about posting about the fact that I haven't had a dream about Harry Potter yet like I expected to, but you don't care about that.

Then I thought about posting about Husbandguy and the "I'm sorry" flowers he brought home with him yesterday, but what more is there to say about that, really? Except I think we're in agreement that we need to start dating (each other) again.

Then I thought about posting about how Lulu is about 3 inches taller this morning than she was when she went to bed last night and about how, when I got up this morning, Pete wasn't where I left her when I went to bed last night...

Do you have songs from "The Lion King" stuck in your head too?

Why don't I have time to practice the piano?

Ahdunno...

Sometimes Husbandguy Makes Me Angry!

What a jerk! It's not like I get a book I've been waiting for forever every weekend and read it straight through so he has to do some parenting. He's usually good about sharing the parenting on the weekends, even. Except when him helping out means that I get a little time for myself, apparently. He claims that he didn't mind that I spent the weekend (not even the whole weekend, by the way) reading. He claims he knows I had been waiting for that book. But what he said and the way he acted were totally opposite. Instead of saying, "Mommy's reading. I'll help you with that," he said, "Come on. I'll get you lunch (for example) because apparently Mommy is going to read," and he was cranky about it. And then later, when I had finished the book and asked him to help me get Lulu ready for her shower, he heaved a big sigh and tossed the remote down on the couch and looked all irritated that I'd asked him for help. Because obviously, since he had "helped" while I read my book, it was his turn to take time off. Yeah. Okay. Except if that's true, that means that I'll never get any more time off because that was book 7 and there won't be any more and if reading new Harry Potter is the only way I get time off from my "job," then I'm just out of luck, I guess.

All Done

Finishing a good book is like coming home from vacation...

It's Here!

My book! It's here. I'm busy now.

Pete's Art

Okay. So for Pete, art is about the experience and the medium rather than the final product. That is why, I think, in her seascape, which is supposed to contain a boat, the boat is not immediately obvious. It really doesn't look much like the example her teacher gave, but Pete was very pleased with it. I think her teacher was bothered by its abstractness. Where is the horizon line? Why is everything practically the same color? Where exactly is the boat? The seascape was the first project she did in her art class earlier this year. I admit, while I really did love her seascape, it bothered me a little too, that hers wasn't as "good" as the other children's, you know, the ones where you could tell what was going on. But she enjoyed painting it.

The pieces that most impressed her teacher and me, were the turtle print and her self portrait, which were done during the second session, after she had been going to art class for several months. By this time, though, Pete, who has wanted to be an artist since she was two, decided that art really isn't what she wants to do when she grows up. It wasn't as fun as it had been. It was Work, not an Experience. Her art "improved" from a grown-up perspective, and while it still has some of what we call scribble-scrabble, it has lost some of its free-ness. I see now that that is just wrong. Scribble-scrabble is important!

So what if her finger painting is all one color because Pete spent her time mushing the paint around until it got all blended together instead of making a "picture"? So what if her monster pastel drawing is missing a face (a faceless monster sounds pretty scary to me!)? So what if the stems in her flower garden collage don't all have flowers or if she got bored and didn't want to finish her marker dream house drawing (she can color with markers any time)?

Poor Pete! What's the matter with me that I want her art to look just like everyone else's art?

Sure, I want her to work hard and focus and learn stuff, but whether or not she can define perspective, why should she have to use it? It's art, for Pete's sake (haha). ART! Not graphic design for a print ad that has to be immediately recognizable as whatever it is intended to be.

I'm going to come up with some creative, fun project that is full of different sensations and let Pete figure out what the finished product should be. Then I'm going to give her paints or pastels or glue and scissors and magazines and make a suggestion for what she should make and see what we get.

Maybe she won't be an artist when she grows up. Maybe she'll be a teacher or a chef or a movie star or an engineer or something, but I want her to love art again. I want it to be fun again. Screw art class! Let's get our scribble-scrabble on!

Hooray! A Visit!!

So. Yesterday, Meme called us from Virginia and said, "What are you doing tomorrow?" And I said, "Going grocery shopping," and she said, "Can we stop by and visit you?" and I said, "YES!!" and then today they showed up in front of our house and visited us and took us to lunch (thank you, The Grandpa) and Lulu did all her tricks and Pete played the piano with The Grandpa and now they're gone and we're sad and can't wait to see them again.

That's all.

Oh! Except then Pete's The Lion King CD came in the mail while we were at lunch.

Lulu Signs:

Lulu uses the ASL sign for "more" to tell us that she wants something. This morning she used it to tell us that she was ready for breakfast.

Okay. You Asked for It.

You're right, The Grandpa. I did help you make that "cake." But for the record, I want to remind everyone that you had been working on it before I came to help, and I believe that the damage was done before I even had a chance to read the recipe. Wrong size pans? Not my fault. Liqueur in everything? Not my fault. Cough syrup flavor? Not my fault. Whipped cream? Perfect. I did that.

My five year-old made this cake...

LL Says:

If you aks Lulu what Daddy says, she sighs. Tee hee. It's true too. He sighs all the time.

I Gotta Remember...

I need to remember that sometimes I should think before I answer. Just a few minutes ago, I was trying to do something for Pete when the phone started ringing and Lulu woke up from her nap and started crying right at the same time. That was too much. I made the mistake of answering the phone first. It was VW calling to remind us that we were supposed to come to their house today. Being overwhelmed, I said, "Oh! I forgot! Can you come here instead?" when what I should have said was, "Can I call you back in two minutes?" because that's what happened anyway. VW was really nice and agreed to come here even though it was easier for her for us to go there. Then, after I hung up and got Lulu up from her nap and really thought about it, I realized that it was easier for us too to go there. Then I had to call her back and change my answer. She was really nice about my flakiness, like she always is. I would have seemed less flaky if I had only recognized that there was too much going on at once for me to try to make a change in anything (I'd been thinking all morning that they were coming here today) and said, "Hang on a minute please." That happens a lot. I gotta remember to step back!

Chiaphant

In case you were wondering what happened to the chiaphant: It got moldy and we threw it in the rubbish (that's what Pete calls the trash even though Pete's mom and dad just say "trash").

Pete Says:

One time, Pete was talking about the rolls with the "bread nuts" on them. After a minute, Pete's mom and dad figured out that Pete meant sesame seeds.

Scratch That Idea!

Pete is bored today because I didn't have anything scheduled except swimming lessons and I'm trying to get the laundry folded so I haven't been playing with her (although I did count to 200 while she counted to 700 when Lulu took her morning nap). I thought that maybe they would both like to go for a walk since it's not too hot and the sun is out and everything, but by the time they had both erupted in brokenhearted wails about something stupid for the third time, I decided maybe taking a walk wasn't a good idea so they're both in bed now, napping. Well Pete is napping; Lulu is Objecting Loudly, but that won't last long, I bet. Now maybe I can get the laundry put away!

Heck to the Yeah! The Lion King Was AWESOME!

So. This past Saturday, Pete and I went to see The Lion King. It was amazing! My eyes kept getting all watery right from the start all through the whole thing because I was so excited. Pete, who is apparently more like her father than like me, says she didn't get choked up at all. I don't think she even laughed or anything. She just sat there and watched, totally still. I had to remind her to clap when it was all over. But she says she liked it a lot and wants to go to another show sometime.

The whole thing was really neat. If you've seen the movie, you know the story so I won't bore you with that part, but the way they represent it, the makeup and the puppets and the costumes and the costumes that were puppets too... You have GOT to see it. Seriously! The giraffes were fantastic! The hyenas were weird-looking. Zazu was cool: he was a puppet and there was a guy all in blue who carried him around and talked and sang and did all his stuff and you didn't even think about the fact that there was some blue guy holding a puppet. All you saw was Zazu. The same with Timon but his guy was green and Timon was kind of stuck to the front of him. The lions, Mufasa and Scar, had lion heads that sat on top of the actors' heads except when they moved a certain way. Then they could make them swing forward and down in a really imposing and threatening way. It's hard to explain. You'll just have to go see it, I think. And young Simba and young Nala were really cute and talented (like you would expect them to be in a show like that). And Rafiki was a woman and pretty funny. It was so... so... Well, I wish we could go again! Right now! And tomorrow and the day after and... well, you get it.

After that we went to dinner and the place we picked didn't make blender drinks so we couldn't get virgin pina coladas and daiquiris, like we'd planned, and after dinner the library was closed and I didn't have enough money to pay for parking and go on a carriage ride so we came home, but we still had a wonderful time. Pete wasn't ready for it to be over, and neither was I. On the way home we stopped and bought a daiquiri mixer and had daiquiris with Lulu and Husbandguy when we got home.

LL & DH had a nice afternoon too apparently. They went to the park and the mall and out to dinner too. I'm sure they had a nice time, but I think Pete and I had the better date.

Oh yeah, and since Pete really likes music, after the show, we looked to see how much the cast recording was, and it was $25! I told Pete we'd see how much it was online when we got home, and we found it for less than $10 at Amazon. Thank goodness we didn't buy it there! So if you do get a chance to go, really think about whether you need souvenirs right then because you can probably find them for less somewhere else.

Mmmmmm!!

Since we were meeting Pete's friend and his mom and sister and brother at one of the local spraygrounds this morning, I didn't have coffee with my breakfast because I didn't want to have to run to the bathroom every five minutes. By the time we got home, though, I was feeling a little foggy from all the being-outside-iness and from not having coffee this morning. So I made a cup of coffee to have with my lunch. Being that it was lunchtime, straight coffee didn't sound real good to me so I put a splash of milk in it (just a splash), which I don't usually do, and then, since the bottle was already out for Pete's milk, I added a little chocolate syrup. By golly, that was good! When I finished it, I wished I'd made two cups of coffee instead of just one so I could have another...

Super Nice (Busy) Week

When Pete was in school, you remember, her "daytime office," the house was cleaner and a lot quieter. And it was nice in a way, but I never did anything special, except when Lulu and I went to Pete's school for something or had errands to run or met Husbandguy for lunch (which we've done more since school let out, actually). Since Pete's here all the time now, and I don't want her to be bored (because she's mean when she's bored), we do a ton of stuff all the time. This week, we did so much stuff that by Tuesday evening, it already felt like Friday, but it wasn't. I know it wasn't because Wednesday happened next. And by the end of Wednesday it felt like Friday again. It was weird! It's felt like Friday all week, really. And I feel like we spent time with a bunch of different people even though, if you don't count the nurse practitioner at my neuro's office, we only saw one extra family more than we usually do. We see VW and Ginger every week for piano lessons and we saw them as usual, and then we saw Pete's friend from school and his mom and brother and sister twice so we've had at least one thing to do outside the house or with people every day this week (unless you don't count the grocery store and the library, which we did yesterday, but I count them) and two things most days. In the old days, I would have written that we had a week full of meetings, but I don't do that anymore. Instead, we just had a Super Nice and Busy Week.

And tomorrow Pete and I are going to see a show and get virgin Pina Coladas with our dinner afterward. Girls' Night! Woo hoo!! And Husbandguy and Lulu will have some quality alone time too (which reminds me: write out "instructions" to make Husbandguy's afternoon easier...).

Congratulations The Grandpa!

The Grandpa was the 1000th visitor. Congratulations, The Grandpa! I wish I had a prize for you, like free groceries for a year or something. Of course, if that had been the prize, I would have been visiting my blog all day so I could win it... I don't have anything like that, but... um... Oh! I know! I'll ask Pete to come to your new house when you get it and teach you how to bake a cake the right way! She thinks that is a good prize.

P.S. Pete says, "I love you Grandpa!"

P.P.S. I bet if you think about it you're be glad that I don't know which disk my pictures from two years ago are on...

Thousands of Readers

We're on the verge of having our 1000th pageview since I started counting. I wonder who the lucky reader will be...

LL Says:

Lulu says "car." In homage to her Uncle Big Brother and cousin Kiki, it sounds like "cah." If you're waiting at an intersection or driving down a road and are wondering what those things are that keep moving past you, it's helpful to have Lulu with you because she'll let you know. She says, "Cah... Cah... Cah... Cah... Cah... Cah... Cah... Cah..." one time for each car she sees.

Lulu also says "cool." If we comment that something is cool, LL repeats after us, "Coooo."

I Miss Sybil

Is that weird? I don't think so. I was so engrossed in that book that it makes sense to me that I "miss" her (them?). I don't wish there was a sequel to Sybil though, and I'm not going to read it again right away. I'm going to move on. Because I have to reread something else before 7/21...

It's a Big Job

So, since I got all excited when I saw that I was going to recover our files and just randomly crammed data onto CDs, as much as would fit on each, our photos and other files are all mixed up and I'm trying to figure out how to get them organized in the most efficient way (with the least amount of work - because who has time to sit around organizing all day - what would the girls do?). My first idea was to create a catalog of what is on which disk, and I discovered that I can print a contact sheet in Picasa so I can actually see the photos, too, but considering that I have hundreds and hundreds of files, meaning a ton of typing because I can't figure out any way to copy the file names, etc. into my spreadsheet, that way will take a really long time. Another idea I had is to organize the photos into folders, maybe by date the way they used to be, and save them back onto CDs. That wouldn't take as long, but then we'd have these 10 CDs of stuff that we'd just have wasted (the CDs would be wasted, not the stuff), in a way. But I haven't ruled that out either. Another idea I had is to go back in time and organize the files before I burn the original CDs. That seems like the most efficient choice, but I'm starting to think it's not very practical. I'm open to suggestions if anybody has any...

They've Gone to Missouri

Yesterday Pete and Lulu went to Missouri, which must have seemed tame considering that they went to Thailand and Africa on their last trip. They didn't stay long, though, because Pete had a piano lesson scheduled. I wonder where they'll go next!

Pete Says:

Recently, Bill from BellSouth come out to Pete's house to talk to Pete's parents about something. Pete thought Bill's full name was Bill South and kept calling him that. That wasn't his name, but it is now.

The Book I'm Reading

I'm having trouble describing how I feel about the book I'm reading. I'm reading Sybil by Flora Rheta Schriber. If you've seen the movie with Sally Field, you know the character Sybil, who was a real person, has many personalities that developed because her mother, who was schizophrenic, abused and rejected and humiliated her as a child. The movie is bad enough, but there's way more in the book and it's terrible! If this was a happy story, I would have no problem saying that I love the book and am really enjoying it. But considering that it's about a person going through intense turmoil after experiencing horrific abuse, I'm not comfortable with "enjoy" and "love." But I've been thinking about it, and I think I'll say that I'm engrossed and that the story is compelling. It's one of those books that's still with me even when I'm not reading it (Husbandguy doesn't get this). Judging from the nature of the story, though, I bet when it's over it will be one of those books I want to read again right away as opposed to one of those books I'm sorry are over because I want more.

That's what's on my mind. I thought I'd write it down.

Oh By the Way...

Thank you, Big Brother, for your help with the data recovery. But since you don't read my blog I guess I better email you...

Not the End of the World!

Oh. My. Gosh! I probably shouldn't post this until the files finish copying to the CDs, but I'm really happy to say that it looks like we've recovered all of our photos and videos and the frog and fox stories and my resume and our .pst file from Outlook and the recipe for the overnight cinnamon rolls and the birthday invitations I made for the girls' birthdays and the piano sheet music I downloaded and... Do I need to go on? Maybe now the pain in my shoulder will go away. My back is killing me but that's because I've been sitting in The Most Uncomfortable Desk Chair Ever Designed forever.

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Okay. I'm only halfway through saving the data to CDs, but it's all on the less crappy hard drive so I'm holding out hope that it will still be there tomorrow so I can finish. Cross your fingers for me!

The shoulder pain is gone, now, by the way! Who knew?!

At A Loss

So Pete and Lulu are wandering around the house playing airport (well, Pete is playing - Lulu is just following her and apparently not cooperating because Pete keeps asking her over and over if she wants to go to Asia, to which Lulu's reply is "MOMO!" Now they're almost to Thailand). Anyway, since they're playing nicely together, I thought I'd post but the problem is that I don't have anything to really post about because the whole computer thing has come to a standstill until I hear something from someone who knows more than I do about data recovery (Husbandguy said Best Buy would put all our data on CDs for $99, but who has $99 just laying around?) and there's not much else going on really.

Oh, this was cute. Last night I made tacos for dinner and Lulu really seemed to enjoy the taco meat mixed with the beans and rice (which were missing something but we couldn't decide what). When I asked her if she liked tacos, she nodded yes and I told her to say taco and she did! Very plainly (and kind of loudly). "TA-CO!" It was cool. But you'll never believe me because when I got the camera and tried to get her to say it again, all she would do was say "kaka" and "koko" and make the cutest faces. So now I have about 20 minutes of video of my Lulu not saying "taco," and I'm trying to decide if everyone would find it as amusing as we do; is it funny enough to share?

But that's it, really. The girls are finished with their flight now. I wonder where they ended up...

LL says:

When you ask Lulu what an elephant says, she pokes her little arm up in the air (like a trunk) and makes a raspberry noise with her mouth.

When you ask Lulu what a chicken says, or even just say chicken, she says, "bokbok."

When you ask Lulu what Daddy says she says, "Bye-bye." Poor Daddy!

All Tuned!

The piano tuner just left. Pete played "All the Stars Are Shining" after he left and it sounded good. I hope I get a chance to play today!

Sour Grapes

So the other day, Pete, Lulu, and I were visiting with Nana. Pete and Lulu were hungry so I gave them each a package of captain's wafers (Nana has like 100 just sitting on her counter, asking to be eaten). When I gave Lulu hers, I said, "Take it to Nana. Nana will help you open it." Lulu looked at Nana across the room. Then she looked at me like Are you sure about that? Then she looked at Nana again. Then she threw, not dropped, threw her package of crackers on the floor. Nuh-uh! I'm not asking Nana for help! No way!

I Forgot

I forgot to post "Pete Says:" this week. Can you wait until next week?

Stupid Computer

So the only reason I am able to post for you now is because I switched my busted C drive with our beat up D drive (although the former C drive is now the E drive - but whatever) and loaded XP on it and now the computer boots up...really slowly...because the new-C-drive-formerly-D is a piece of junk, which is why we got the other hard drive in the first place. Then I developed a terrible pain in my left shoulder, like when Pete was teeny tiny and refused to nurse and we lived in a big stress bubble, because our firewall and AV software are out-of-date on the NCDFD and they were being problematic about getting up-to-date and also because the old-C-drive-now-E appears to not have any data on it, like all my pictures of Lulu and Pete and vacation are just GONE. I know they're there though - they have to be. Hopefully one of our NH temps, who knows a lot about this stuff, will have some magic that will be able to get some of it back and he'll be willing to help (not sure why he wouldn't be - I'd help him). If he doesn't, Husbandguy and Poppop might try, and even though I asked DH to take this stress away and handle it for me, I know WAY more about computers than they do (put together - and that's not saying much), and I doubt I'd actually be able to let them handle it without standing behind them tsking and tapping my foot. Oh HELP!

I still have the pain in my shoulder, but it's not as bad as it was because I got some of our software up-to-date. Just FYI...

CRASH!

Oh! This sucks! I had been thinking about backing up the pictures on our computer but hadn't gotten around to it yet. Then, last Friday, our C drive stopped cooperating. I called everyone I could think of who would be able to help me, but EVERYONE is on vacation. Or something. EVERYONE!

I don't care about anything but the pictures. I did make backups last February so not everything was lost, but I can't stand the thought of losing four months of my kiddos' pictures. That would suck! I'm still working on it. I'll let you know what happens...