Who's the Primary Care Giver

I had a startling realization the other day. After I left the house Megan crawled to the door and bawled inconsolably for 5 or 10 minutes. This kind of treatment is usually reserved for the primary care giver, who has always been the mom in our house. Not so in Megan's case. I started teasing Rachelle that Meg thinks I'm her primary care giver, which she disputed until I pointed out that I usually feed her 3 times/day to Rachelle's 1, bathe her, change her clothes as much as Rachelle, and roll around on the floor with her. It's not like Rachelle doesn't do anything, but it's been fun to tease her about something this week.

Leah is such an incurable optimist that it's sometimes embarassing. Playing Uno the other day, she was happy and thanking people for hitting her with draw-2 and draw-4. "Oh, good, now I'll get some really fun cards!".

We took the whole family to a movie for $10 this weekend. It's at this place called the Beltonian. We had to sit kind of far back, but the theater didn't stink, there were no broken seats or sticky floors, and the movie was even in focus (all problems we've had at the other theater in town). Megan handled it surprisingly well. She was so excited by all the noise when it first started that she was kicking and wiggling like mad, but soon settled down. The movie, Madagascar 2 was OK and the kids loved it.