Chometz Brie!

I didn't want to throw away Little Girl's crusts from her last 3 batches of sandwiches. I didn't make any matza brie this Pesach. I didn't take the foil off of the stove top yet. Do you see where these simple sentences are going?

Yum yum yum. 

And FF made French toast for his lunch for tomorrow, as long as I was cooking "crust brie." 

Proud

I typically walk BY to kindergarten every morning. He rides his balance bike, and I push the stroller (and wear a baby carrier). At certain parts of our walk, cars are allowed to park on the sidewalk. Since BY on his balance bike is narrower than me pushing a stroller, he can often pass cars on the sidewalk, while I am forced into the street.

A few days ago, there were a few cars in a row where this happened. As the first car separated us, we called a cheerful, "Goodbye!" followed by a "Hello!" a few seconds later as we emerged from next to the car. At the next car, we again wished each other goodbye and then, "Hello again!" I was about to respond with a terribly witty quote from Go Dog Go, but BY beat me to the punch: "Do you like my hat?" he asked.

We laughed and laughed. I am very proud.

OMG

I have previously mentioned that The Newest Kiddo (TNK) was born quickly. I was already grateful that we made it to the hospital. (Looking back, I realize that I must have finished transition in order to say without shrieking or screaming, but only with absolute definitude: "Oh, no. I am NOT having this baby in this car.") However, I didn't realize just how lucky I was.

I am now filling out an eCRBA application for TNK. This is essentially an online US birth certificate application, and the response options for the first question stopped me in my tracks: