Egg Plant Update: There were a bunch of new eggs on the plant. Still no clue
why. So, Great Mind of Our Time that I am, I figured that my oldest could ride
her bike to school, alleviating some of the whining, and I could hook the dog's
leash to the stroller, thereby giving La Donna a walk and a chance to earn her
canned food by pulling. My oldest hasn't mastered riding without the training
wheels, but she doesn't seem to care. She has sparkly streamers and a hot pink
paint job, and as you know, it's all about the accessories. The extra wheels are
just another fashion statement. No whining! Wooo! My son? Still whining. But I
was able to use my single stroller Chinese Acrobat Style (hup hup hup hup *pose*
hey!) and we made quite a picture cruising down the sidewalks of our suburban
paradise. My children never sit up straight in the stroller. They slump, and
throw their legs up over the bar. I can get them all dolled up in adorable
clothes, and by the time we get 5 minutes down the road, they are hanging out
all over the place. Sigh. I believe we are the origin of the cliche' "I CAN
dress them up, but I CAN'T take them out." Incidentally, we also spawned
"Hopping Mad" as a direct result of my son. When denied, he immediately begins
bouncing in counterpoint to his wailing. Which cliche's do your family lay claim
to?