Were it not for DVR's, he'd probably go Amish

Bruce is a weirdo, I tell you. Yesterday he was busy baking in the kitchen (eat your heart out, ladies--but note that he does not necessarily CLEAN the kitchen afterward. Amazing where bits o' food can end up when he's done there) and I realize he's making something that calls for brown sugar. I knew for a fact that we were out of brown sugar so I asked if he'd just left it out or found a recipe that didn't call for it. But nooooo, Bruce isn't that simple. He, of course, had made his own brown sugar using white sugar and molasses. Do normal adult males know this can be done? For that matter, do normal females know this? And furthermore, since when did we have molasses around here? Huh? Huh?

In other news, Erin's unique take on our language never ceases to humor. We often call each other "Silly britches" or "crazy butt". Well, yesterday she called me a "silly salad head."

In less silly news, she's developed a bit of a stutter of late. I think it's the normal 3-4 year old stutter that many go through, but it's still strange to hear coming out of her mouth.

Let's see...Drew. He has us a little worried about Christmas. Since both kids only want 140% of what they see on tv commercials, we've been trying to point out that we don't have the proverbial money tree and that they'll have to prioritize. Good parenting stuff, right? Unfortunately, Drew then announces the other day that he's given it some thought and he's come upon a solution that will not break our bank: you see, SANTA doesn't have to worry about money. His elves make the toys. So he'll just ask Santa for the Nintendo DS...and the approximately 2048 games that can go with that...and the newest Rescue Heroes stuff...and Neopets...and Webkinz. He was absolutely BEAMING for having come up with this ingenius solution.

If anyone has a shovel large enough for us to dig ourselves out of this one, we'd appreciate it.