I hate going to sleep. Once I'm out, the next thing I hear is 'I want to watch rocket-ship' (Little Einsteins) or 'Get up mom, it's a SPECIAL DAY! It's Halloween.' Madelyn has not gotten past Halloween still since she still wears costumes every day. I've somehow gotten accustomed to the stares and smiles in public as she prances around in her princess dresses. The other day an old man paid for our entire dinner when I took the girls out to eat...and I think it was because we looked rather homeless with Madelyn's rather worn and shred bare costume. Vivian had eaten some fruit snacks and rubbed them in her hair and I didn't look too kean myself. I've definately got to exploit this new angle I've discovered...maybe I can get cuts in line at the zoo. Oh the possibilities of not combing your hair when you go out in public, who knew?