Just when I think Van is moving out of his terror-of-a-two-year-old phase, he wakes up before me, goes downstairs and takes all the labels off the herb and spice jars. So now I get to sniff and relabel everything. Thanks Van.
You know what needs to stop happening? An entire aisle of plastic/melamine dishes, bowls, cups, pitchers, platters etc in Target. I am not a fan of plastic dishes. We don't have any. My kids eat on real plates and drink from real glasses. "Oh! But what if your kids drop them and they break?". Then they break and we clean it up and get over it. It's not like a shard of broken plate is going to cut my kid's head off. The plastic aisle at Target has so many cute patterns and colors, but they are plastic. Blah.
I am up doing cookbook computer work. It's 1:34am. It's against all of me to not be awake this late. I am going to hate tomorrow morning. And considering it's church tomorrow morning, I have to be up early. Boo.