Love you, smooches

You guys are the best. I want to shrink you all and put you in my pocket and bring you out during the parent-teacher conference next week for moral support. You could stand in your little miniature forms like an army on the wee little Montessori tables.

Or I could bring a webcam and broadcast it live! How awesome would that be? Or, perhaps, I could live-blog the meeting. Although I imagine his teachers would wonder why I was typing distractedly on my laptop the entire time, snickering about something funny I was about to send out to the masses.

Stay tuned for the post about that whole ridiculousness next Friday because I guarantee it's going to be all kinds of awesome.

Anyway, wanted to thank everyone for the ideas. I heard through the grapevine there is a super-secret room where some kids go who don't nap and they -- GASP -- read books. I have no idea why Jack's teacher is holding out on me, God knows it would make her nap time experience so much easier, but she is. I was discussing it in hushed tones with a friend on the playground after school and I laughed and told her it was like we were conducting a drug deal. But I got the goods and I am going to dramatically bust out this knowledge during the meeting. I am imaging something like Tom Cruise, veins bulging, screaming, "You can't handle the reading!" Except it will be me instead of Tom Cruise. Because him being at Jack's conference would be weird. And besides, Tom's probably busy with Suri and her own preschool conferences.

Also, oh my HOLY HELL tomorrow is Emmie's second birthday. One day she was toddling around with no vocabulary and boom, now she's 2. I can't believe it. Full birthday post tomorrow for Emily, the lover of Wiggles, milk and dolls.