1- I might very well have ate my weight in salad this weekend. Pregnancy cravings or normal reaction to hot weather?
2- If I lived anywhere near a very tall cliff, Saturday could have very well been Kyra's last day on earth. She was an absolute holy terror and by 6 o'clock at night we were both in our respected beds crying when Jeremy came home from work. I'm sure his first reaction was an overwhelming desire to be back on the boat. Today? She was a peach. An absolute peach.
3- Kyra's latest thing is to pick up random books and ask if we'll read Army Wives to her. She's never seen Army Wives and I have no idea where she picked it up from, but Jeremy's using this as another reason for my corruption of his little girl. Shaking his head he repeats "First Oprah, then the news, now Army Wives." How can this possibly be my fault when Army Wives comes on at 10 and Kyra is in bed by 8?
4- Bishop and Cricket are still scratching and driving me crazy. Jeremy's been slathering them with some kind of flea spray every other day and tonight they received their second flea dip in a week. He says he didn't see a single flea on either of them while they were in the bath. Does this mean their flea free or the fleas jumped off and hunkered down in our rug until the dip effects wear off? Also, do you know if I can put two doses of Front Line a dog in three weeks?