Never end a visit to Target with toddlers. Stay until the bitter end.

Noseeum bite. The noseeum that did this to me remains at large. If it looks a bit strange, that's because it's been slathered in calamine lotion.

How something so small can create such unhappiness for me is a mystery of nature.

I'm scratching it right now, actually. It is the bane of my current existence.

It's 10:30. I can think of nothing to write, and I have no clear indication that this situation will rectify itself.

Why not just say the most embarrassing thing about my day? Okay! Tonight, around 8:30, we finally sat down to dinner for a total of about 13 non-school/work/kid related minutes. Choosing not to strain ourselves with conversation, we turned on the tv and ate in silence while watching the end of Police Academy 2 on WGN.

Whew.

That was cathartic. The future of this blog might hold in store many more confessions.

Tonight, we headed to Target with the girls to buy a fourth and final car seat in order to make both our cars twin-conveyable. They love going to Target, what with their endless linoleum and maze of clothing racks. It's fun for all, especially for us chasing Lily around the place. She is scared of nothing and, if left to her own devices, would likely run straight out the door, hop over the MSP airport boundary fence, and dance like a moron right on the centerline of runway 35/17.

Abby eagerly took her newfound walkability to task. After quite a few falls on the linoleum, I picked her up and loosed her upon the carpeted clothing section, thinking the falls would be slightly easier to take there. She promptly walked in a semicircle and headed right back into the hallway. Thrillseaker.

The fun had to end, of course, and with it so ended their good humor and magnanimousness. It was an exit rife with tantrums. Like I've said before: the ends of things are forces to be reckoned with.

Day two hundred and six.

She always smiles when she sees the autofocus light, which makes for a good subject.

Lily has a nasty habit of climbing on and sitting on the coffee table. I want to curb this, but it's really cute. Maybe I should be happy to see her take an interest in seeking out different vantage points in life?