you’re beside yourself with glee when you think to raid the Mag-lite for batteries upon discovering the swing has gone dead just after midnight, along with any hopes you may have had to get to sleep.

Stealing from a flashlight is much better than getting dressed, waking and loading the baby into the car, and driving to the grocery store to get batteries in the wee hours.

I can think of no other time or reason to be SO glad that those dumb flashlights take FOUR “D” batteries.

Now, I’m going to bed.

I found the liner to my Superman blanket today while cleaning up a pile of boxes in my entryway! So that’s good.

Clark is 5 weeks old today.

After the kids were in bed late Saturday night, I took a zillion super-up-close pictures of him.

Nate hit a bad pothole over the weekend and really messed up his car. We just heard that the part needed is $1000, all by itself.

That is so lame.