Dylan's baby shower gift to you will be that you won't have to change diapers for two little beings!

He's been in underwear during the day for a while now, but we usually still do pullups for naps and bedtime.

Mainly I just want to stop buying the damn things. After three years in cloth, it's killing me how expensive the disposables are.

Crossing fingers for Drew, that sounds just awful. Good god.

Did you get pears?

Just noticed this. HAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHHAAHAA.

"We'll talk inside."

I am sorry to break in here, but I have a drug interaction question-- is Steph around?

I am now. What's up?

Do you know if I can use Gold Bond powder at the same time as a prescription antifungal (econazole nitrite)? Now that I am no longer in pain, the itch is unbearable.

I truly feel sorry for them. You and your brother (and, I imagine, your sister) are a parent's DREAM. No joke.

This is my thought exactly.

It really is sad when people have everything and can't allow themselves to be happy.

So often, parents succeed in pressing their wills on their children and then have to find yet other things to be critical about. That well is bottomless, tragically.

Someone has to.

And I am more than happy to oblige! I may have actually been told this summer that I was the silliest person they have ever met. I’ll take that label! I'm also the Popsicle Monster, the Grandma Monster, the Tickle Monster, and the developer of a new playground game (at our school, anyways), "One, Two, Three, Blastoff!" Good times.

vw, that's very interesting about the kids and the failure to play. I'm so glad you have given the opportunity to play. It's so important, so enriching and revitalizing.

I know! I mean, I understand it’s Montessori, but they still need to play!

Val: thanks for teaching the kids to play! I have a lot of Indian students, too, but by the time they get to me, they know how to play (which is important in my classes and in life in general) and it's because of teachers like you.

I should clarify that it wasn’t only the Indian children that I needed to teach how to play. There were also a couple of Asian kiddos and one Caucasian that just didn’t know what to do. So, I modeled playing, and eventually they played along, and we had a great time. Kind of makes the job really fun. And seeing how far the kids come—socially and verbally—makes EVERYTHING worthwhile. There were a couple of kids that were like completely different kiddos at the end of the summer—happy, smiling, social, and connected to their peers. I am certain that will make the school year much easier for them this year.

Yay, vw on the board!

Don’t get too used to it! I’ll probably disappear as quickly as I appeared. Life is so much in the way of my Buffistas these days!

I'm glad they've moved forward with diagnosis, Pix, and hope this is all resolved happily soonest!

So often, parents succeed in pressing their wills on their children and then have to find yet other things to be critical about. That well is bottomless, tragically.

The church I've been attending this summer did a series about "good people" in June. In the Good Man sermon the pastor addressed Proverbs 22:6, "Train up a child in the way he should go: and when he is old, he will not depart from it."

The pastor made a VERY big point that the Proverb is saying to train the child in the way he or she SHOULD go, not the way you want them to go, how you think they should go, how the world wants them to go, how your church wants them to go, etc. Instead, it means to train the child to find his or her own way, and then they will be just fine--if you teach them to find their way.

I absolutely adore that interpretation. It is quite different than any other interpretation I've ever heard, but it also makes the most sense.

Oh, Pix, I'm so glad they're making some progress! How scary. Much love to you both.