My favorites substitutes are almond butter and cashew butter, or--if your Trader Joes stocks it--cashew/macadamia nut butter.

On sandwiches, I actually like the soy and sunflower ones.

But plain--ugh.

She's crashed out now. I'd love to stand up, but I don't want to disturb the sleeping baby, because that never ends well. She's got her left arm thrown over my right wrist. It's making typing amusing. I will say I'm very glad that I touch type, or I'd never be able to get any typing done at all--the laptop is an arm's length away from me, and I can't even see the keyboard.

My future goal: to have enough money that, when something breaks, we can just call someone in to fix it.

Current spin on the house: it's a learning experience and next home, we'll know what to look for.

Burrell, have you tried the flushable woven diaper liners with Isaac? They do seem to wick the moisture away from the skin pretty well, and would work with a diaper service diaper.

Katie - it is a case study of a hospital that needs to have all of its current management fired. Unfortunately that is not one of the options I can propose....so I'm writing CRAP. I hate papers like this.

She's crashed out now. I'd love to stand up, but I don't want to disturb the sleeping baby, because that never ends well. She's got her left arm thrown over my right wrist. It's making typing amusing. I will say I'm very glad that I touch type, or I'd never be able to get any typing done at all--the laptop is an arm's length away from me, and I can't even see the keyboard.

I must get to Seattle.

Jilli! And here I thought that going to the doctor was kind of sucky on your birthday -- good luck with the surgury although I am sure you won't need any and it will go very smoothly and you will recover quickly and easily.

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Work is going to be OK, I think. I'm starting to suspect that beneath New Boss's prickly exterior lurks a damn funny woman. I have an office with a door that closes, and nearly twice the size of my former office (whose door also closed), which is to say it couldn't be mistaken for a walk-in closet. It's overwhelming--there's a lot to learn, and I'm actually NOT a glorified secretary, much more of an office manager/administrator type. That said, I think once I get the hang of it it'll be a good job for my lifestyle, because I think the hours will be regular, and it doesn't seem like emotionally taxing work.

Annabel did well at daycare, though she went through all the replacement clothes I sent with her, didn't nap well, and barely touched her tuna casserole at lunch, filling up instead on fruit and cheese. But she was good and happy. When I came to pick her up, the teacher said, "Annabel, look who's here!" She grinned, ran toward me--and veered off to run to the little indoor slide. Which I guess means, "Oh good, Mama's here. But we don't have that slide thing at home, and I wanna do that one more time!"

Susan, I'm so happy that your new job is going to be good for you, and I'm glad that Annabel is enjoying day care. As for the tuna casserole, well, fruit and cheese is soooooo Continental. Classy-like. Who could resist.

Can't blame anyone for skipping tuna cassarole. Actually, I think fruit and cheese is much healthier.

And in his underground lair, Neil Diamond is twirling his moustache and exclaiming "Curses! Foiled again!"

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Cute Penguins!

((((Jilli))))

((((Betsy))))

I'm hating the birthday-ignoring people.

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Hi Fay!

Thank you kindly!

And woohoo to NoiseDesign! With the recognition! And the kilt! Go Team!