I never realized that the Today show was FOUR HOURS.

The fourth hour was just added recently. It used to just be three hours. The fourth hour is also horrible -- totally focused on shopping and makeup and stuff like that. (The first hour is fairly solidly newsy, then you get more and more "lifestyle" features as it goes into the later hours. I think the theory being that men will watch the first hour before they go to work, but as it gets later, the audience will skew more female.)

Also, I can see how it could look good when you're standing still, but there's really nothing there to prevent bounce when actually moving.

Well, it's not a jog bra, for sure. But I'd buy it.

I have no issue with babies in bars. Kids? Maybe, yeah. But small babies? They're not bothering anyone, assuming parents who are paying attention, they're not being scarred for life, because, no comprehension, and the parents are getting out. Past infancy, it's a little more complicated. But at the babe-in-arms stage, I don't see why not.

DH came home at 7 and I promptly went out to get out of the house and get a break. I met one of our babysitters at a bar near our house for a beer. I also saw one of my yoga instructors and got the name of her cool hair stylist. Double score.

This weekend will probably be the usual of catching up on the laundry, naps, ordering a pizza. Hopefully, DH will hang the new corner shelf we bought for the DVD player for the kids' playroom.

Now that the snow is melting, I need to find some landscapers to clean up our landscaping for Spring.

Tonight's dinner was fail. Tried another roulade, but the butcher cut the beef too thin. Delicious beef, but just couldn't hold together. And it's going to be sad tomorrow to cook the rest of it, because I can't think of what to do with it since it's just giving up its structural integrity.

I've been having this strange tick all day where I get distracted writing something and then I get back to what I was doing, I end up burping out something that rhymes with what I'd meant to say. So I almost finished the preceeding paragraph with "it's just giving up its fannish intensity."

Not sure what that's about.

Kat, am I reading that wrong, or do I have to register to see what is offered in my area?

I have no issue with babies in bars. Kids? Maybe, yeah. But small babies? They're not bothering anyone, assuming parents who are paying attention, they're not being scarred for life, because, no comprehension, and the parents are getting out. Past infancy, it's a little more complicated. But at the babe-in-arms stage, I don't see why not.

Yeah. A sleeping baby in one of those carriers might as well be a gigantic handbag. (Stroller could be a drag)

When we first moved to Wisconsin, we went out to eat at a causal chain restaurant nearby. DH excused himself to use the men's room while I watched the kids try to finish their meals. While I was trying to stop Olivia from sticking a french fry up her nose, Owen swooped in and sipped a little bit from DH's half-empty beer glass. He looked shocked and his eyes watered a bit while I looked around to make sure people weren't calling CPS on me.

Silly me. I now realize, to my relief, that this isn't illegal here.

I would take an infant to a bar, as long as it wasn't too late (after 9) or too smokey (lots of places have banned smoking entirely) and not in a stroller. Once kids start getting mobile, it's futile to take them anywhere that isn't specifically designed to be family friendly. My kids have a 40 minute window of seating-ordering-serving-eating-check. If we can't get it done in that time, we don't eat there anymore.

Unless we hire a sitter.

This is a short sacrifice, though. They'll soon be old enough for us to enjoy meals out as a family.

The woman on the front page of the Spaweek site--is that how our backs are supposed to look when we lie on our front?

I really don't think so. That doesn't look right at all.

The thing keeps swishing in front of it, I can only see her back for a second.

I wonder if Spa Week is behind my strange encounters on North Ave. today. I wondered if it was a marketing thing or some bizarre improv exercise.

One young man wanted to know what I normally spend on haircuts and then asked something about when I last visited a 5 star salon/spa. (Ha! Nothing and never!)

A few hours later another young man stopped me as I was going into Borders saying, "Excuse me, ma'am, can I ask you a question?" Since the previous encounter started exactly the same way I replied, "Is it about my hair?" He responded with "No, it's about free hugs" and held his arms out. Um. I'll pass, thanks.