As for yesterday's post, the title actually referred to the fact that every freakin' week I find myself parked in front of Idol, being moved to tears by at least one contestant. It actually didn't even occur to me that the "every week" aspect applied to my spate of visitors. Duh!
Speaking of visitors, I can't wait for my mom to get here tomorrow. The kids and I have been talking about how Ba (their word for Grandpa) had to go home but how Moo (what they call my mom) is coming tomorrow. Isn't it funny that the word for what Maddie and Riley call my dad is what a sheep says and the word for what they call my mom is what a cow says? It's a regular barnyard at my house!