I can tell my Z010ft is working somewhat, because today in the middle of the Magic House in St. Louis I lost my daughter for, like, three minutes, and I didn’t die. And when I found her, I didn’t flip out, yell, or get angry. And when I told Hubs about it later, I didn’t hyperventilate.

I suppose I have accidentally gone on a bit of a blogging vacation– I came to St. Louis to chill with my family, and I have been too dog-tired from all this kid losing to write.