I'm posting this at 2:07 p.m. pacific time -- the exact moment Dana and I are getting in the car and never looking back going on our first weekend trip sans the baby. So you'll have to forgive me if I'm a little distracted. There's been a lot of things to check off my list before leaving.
Such as ice cream. I'm packing a lot of it. Patti lets me know the best kind.
And movies -- Karen fills me in on the deeper side of "Knocked Up."
And then, of course, reading material. Fantastic parenting reading material that only the SD can provide.
Rachael is keeping the kids out of the fast lane. For now.
Alisyn lets her kids learn on their own that she's not watching them. But don't we all?
Jessica performs a personal competi-mommy intervention. And she can see all the way to space. (And good luck with potty training this weekend -- what a Father's Day treat!)
Melissa feels for dads with ripped vaginas. I think. Or maybe that was sarcasm? It hurts my uterus to think too hard.
Sarah sticks up for adopters, no matter their orientation. Let's hope Arkansas does the same.
Kelly knows that the best way to find a great gift for a guy is to read Women's Day Magazine. And also to stack up on bathrobes. And pimp fedoras.
And, of course, I'm bringing drinks. The Car Seat seems appropriate.
Happy Father's Day! (But not you. You know who I'm talking about. In the third row.)
