I am knitting a dress for Little's birthday because her Easter sweater is huge and probably won't fit her until Christmas. Bummer, sorta.

Tomorrow (Edit: Today, I guess) is Wear Green Day and then drive for a long, long time on a long, pretty straight and boring stretch of road with an almost-two-year-old in the back seat. Hooray. It's for a good cause, though. (Mommy gets a mini-break).

I watched Where the Wild Things Are (thank you, On Demand) while waiting for Paul to get home and decided that it is not appropriate for children. The beginning and end made me cry. I don't even remember the last movie that made me cry. Before this one, that is.

That's it.