Tomorrow's the big day...the book goes out. I am one big fat bundle of raw nerves. P is also leaving tomorrow for his San Diego vacation. The girls and I have to drop him off at BWI by 5:30. That ought to be a fun trip. I am excited for him though...he needs a vacation, and unless he leaves town he doesn't ever really relax. While he's gone (FIVE DAYS ALONE WITH THE KIDS) I hope to do some fun things with the girls: a picnic on the Mall, a visit from some friends, maybe (if the weather permits) get the baby pool out. I suspect it's going to be a very, very long weekend.
Here are the latest Kicky-isms:
"Daddy, do you have a mindbrain?" (Translation: migraine.)
"Daddy, you need more fashion, more style, to be a rockstar." (Does he have some secret aspirations I don't know about???)
"Mommy, so when are we going to Hollywood anyway?" (Soon, baby, soon!)
Sidenote: Voted for Kat last night on AI, though that last song was the schmaltziest, yuckiest song I've ever heard.