i have spent most of the morning chasing a three year old with a juice cup. my sister finally arrived at like 1130. he had already had m&m's and atleast one candy cane. jeez. and then my dad was screaming at him because he was ironing the floor. sigh. my mom is making a dinner, for no apparent reason because no one cares that it's new years. i suspect i'll think it's 2002 forever. last night at the two towers there were these indian guys sitting behind emily translating the whole movie. she said it wasn't as annoying as one would think. reid was being very quiet, i think he must have choked on a marble. would amy let a three yearold play with tiny marbles? probably not. but is amy the adult with childrearing experience? no. oh well. he's been gated into the living room. it's sort of sad but it keeps me from having to chase him all over so he won't be screamed at. happy new year all!