Lately it feels as though I have been wearing fatigue like a tattered bathrobe - it's just the wrong look for me. I've been shlumping around, shoulders sunk forward under the ratty terrycloth, and I've been feeling blah.

Speaking of wrong looks - that end of summer brainstorm to dye my hair "Copper Shimmer?" I never managed to work out the weird color issues. Vivid red is too high maintenence for this girl - I'm going back to my old favorite "Iced Mocha." Of course, watching the previews for the Alias season premiere makes me think I should just go all Annie Lennox and keep a closet full of wigs. Because you know, I'm really just like Jennifer Garner. With kids. Really!

Stop laughing.

Anyhoo, we got the boy-boy the world's most gigantic Geo-Trax set for Christmas, and I've spent the better part of the afternoon on my hands and knees building elaborate, four story tracks that would make the people who first envisioned Geo-Trax weep with joy. I've got wicked track skills.

So with the children helping (me saying "Hand me that thingie! No, the other part. No! That one. Right there. Yes. Now go get that other one. That other one. THAT one. Right. Yes. Thanks") we got the track of the day built in about an hour. We got all three individual trains running (and not on a collision course, which is SO funny to a couple of children I know) and all was well.

Then my 2 year old woke from her nap and came out excited to join in. She drove her train around the track once, and then got a gleam in her eye. While the other two kids were beginning to bicker over the details of loading the 'cargo' onto one of the other trailers, the baby scrunched up her face in her best monster impression, lifted one foot as high as she could, and proceeded to go all Godzirra on our setup. Towers fell. Bridges collapsed. There was screaming and running. There was lamenting and scolding.

But above all, was my Giant Lizard girl, roaring and stomping and giggling like a fool.

These next few years are going to be F-U-N.