Did the grown up thing and signed our wills today. Then I was in a bad mood for the rest of the day. All our year-long vacillations on the appropriate/possible/perfect guardians for our kids in case both of us should die together were missing. I already feel the need to rewrite it.
For now we're sticking with Plan A, which is to not die until the kids are old enough. And given how I still need my parents all the time, that could be a long, long time.
In the meantime, Baby A's decided that dinner is Banana Stew and Apple Fries. Li'l A's look of panic (we've been letting Baby A's imagination dictate the form of dinner for a few weeks) will keep me in heart-healthy guffaws for a while and the hippy healthfulness of the menu should only help.
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