I was so looking forward to this past weekend. A 3-day weekend, I could rest, relax, enjoy. So on the way home from work Friday, I stop to pick up the kids from daycare as usual. The second that I touch Jacob to pick him up from his crib, he starts screaming. And, you guessed it, he pretty much didn't stop for the whole weekend. Seriously, though, I think he's having some growing pains or something. The poor guy doesn't want to lie down, sit up, be held, be put down—nothing makes him happy. Hopefully he's doing better today. I haven't heard from daycare or anything.


Too bad we couldn't go to ConJosé this past weekend. Looks like my captain, Patrick Stewart, was there. Bummer.


Healthier food from McDonald's? My dream come true!


Harry Potter, look out. Maybe we can all have our own invisibility cloak soon.