It's 8:30 pm on Wednesday. Joe has been in Oklahoma for 4 days now. We call in every night before bedtime, but tonight our call was later and we put daddy to bed. So, after we get off the phone I'm feeding the girls dinner...yes, late, I know, but they took LONG naps today. Ellery turns to Molly and says, "What's problem, Monny?" (Monny is E's way of saying Molly since she can't get her L's yet.) No answer from M, just a forlorn look on her face. E says "What's problem, Monny? Miss Daddy?" Apparently she had heard me asking M earlier what her problem was (no association to Daddy, just her attitude.) I had to laugh. A 2 year old with such adult words!

In other news, or non-news actually. We're still 11 days away from Grady's birth. Now that my ankle has healed, I'm hopping on the treadmill tonight in hopes that I might start some sort of contractions...anything... My fear is that daddy might miss his birth. How important is that...well, I'm 9 months pregnant and apparently a bit irrational as my main concern is how can I safely remove this child from my womb.