Ah, thanks all. It's just a really hard time right now. I think I'll probably bring some flowers home tonight and try to somehow make things better, but I'm just getting really tired of living like this.

Joining the chorus of Gud, man, you're pretty much a rock in the rest of your life. This is the one place you don't have to be.

A friend woke up one morning to find the three-year-old's bed empty, the back door (and the fridge door?!?!?) standing open. The kid was in the back yard, putting the eggs in holes he'd dug. "Mama! We're gonna grow chickens!"

BWAH!

So, which one should I do now? Take my online mid-term or take my third practice GRE? Help mama.

Ah, thanks all. It's just a really hard time right now. I think I'll probably bring some flowers home tonight and try to somehow make things better, but I'm just getting really tired of living like this.

I'm touched that your response is to be even more kind. Even if it doesn't work its good for your soul to be a good man. (I don't mean that in a 'going to heaven' way, I mean that in a 'walking around in your skin looking yourself in the mirror' way.)

{{{{}}}} GUD!! Dump away or not. We love you.

Beverly, yes, I cut my hair. In the owrds of most 2 yearolds, "ALL GONE!"

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Aimee, it doesn't look that much shorter than when I saw you in SF last month. It wasn't actually long, then.

I was going to mention that all my kids did when they were three (okay, one was 2-and-a-half and one was 3-and-a-half--split the difference) was do a Mission Impossible climb over the baby gate, made possible by using a step-stool and then lifting the step-stool over the gate so they could use it to climb up on the kitchen counter, and then lift it up onto the counter to reach the tippy-top shelf of the tippy-top cabinet where the baby aspirin were stored, and sharing the bottle between them.

When K-Bug's boyfriend was a wee toddler, he would climb out of his crib, get out back, climb the back fence, go through the dog door of the house next door, grab something out of their fridge and watch their tv. Supposidly this happened even with measures in place to keep him from getting through various doors.

I think his older bothers were helping him in order to get rid of him. He has evil twin older brothers.

Aimee, it doesn't look that much shorter than when I saw you in SF last month. It wasn't actually long, then.

I had about 7 inches chopped. It's all cropped and short and nape-arific in the back.

Finally got ahold of independent study professor. Going to start using a new e-mail address to get ahold of him. Hopefully this will work. He says he'll look at the stuff tonight.

So, maybe the survey can still go live tomorrow.

It sounds adorable, Aimee. I miss having short short hair, especially in back. Of course with winter coming I miss having hair long enough to flip back over my shoulder, too. I'm in that bad mid-length place, and can't decide whether to cut or keep growing.