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Reading Material:	The Great Sophie by Georgette Hayer
	The Nanny Diaries: A Novel by Emma McLaughlin, Nicola Kraus
	+ asst. romance novels and children's books

Beautiful sunny day, my calves are insupportably hairy. Yesterday I rode my bike into town to purchase my Mother's Day present from Alan. I don't have the time or inclination to go to the gym to exercise so I've been doing my errands on my bike. I like my bike. It's green. Um.

Yesterday I tried whistling at one of the local quail. Tim was whistling at his. He said he got them to come up on his deck looking for him once. Looking to kick his ass no doubt. Silly suicidal males. The quail called back to me for a while but then stopped. Maybe he was en route, but more probably he decided such a messed up quail wasn't worth the trouble.

Aidan is sucking on my arm and Connor is unrolling all the wrapping paper. The wrapping paper fell on my head when I opened the closet door so it's on its own. I probably ought to nurse Aidan, I think the sucking thing is a sign. He's not wound up yet though. The first sign is he starts breathing fast, then the arms start waving around. Shortly thereafter a little leg starts kicking with all the precise rhythm of a blinking neon sign and he starts to make cranky noises. The other day he got very angry and I couldn't help but snicker at his red little face and outraged foot action.