Rebekah and the boys switched rooms a week ago. Then she and I got busy painting her room light pink with white trim. The last step was tearing up the old carpet in hopes of having a nice hardwood floor. Not so. The floor was nice at one time, but there's a good amount of gunk stuck to it, so we're going to carpet again. (I think we'd end up carpetting eventually anyway, so there's no use in spending the time/money refinishing the floors just to buy carpet eventually...) Rebekah chose a creamy-tan speckled berber. It's going to be put in next week.

I found out that I am anemic. My "iron count" (I forget the technical term) is 9.5. It should be between 12 and 18. The doctor wants me to take 325mg of iron twice a day, but I'm afraid that will be hard on me, in ways I really don't want to elaborate on here in public... so I'm taking 50mg a day for now. Anyway, this explains my ice-chewing, lack of energy, and pale skin.

There's a baby bird in one of the trees outside our home. Every morning, I hear it call, "Ree-hee! Ree-hee!" again and again, for hours. It'll be quiet for maybe a few minutes, and then starts again. I suppose the quiet is when its frantic mother has stuffed a bug into its mouth. Then it starts again. I've come to hear it saying, "Feed me!" instead of "Ree-hee!"

Great. Noah just squirted Rebekah's entire bottle of make-up remover down the powder room sink. I put him in the "naughty chair." He's so bored now that preschool has ended. I must get him to more play groups.

Rebekah's stuff is everywhere right now, as the bedroom awaits, empty but unfinished. She's sleeping on a mattress in the living room, and the bulk of her stuff fills the sunroom. It's rather chaotic. I'll be glad when all is back to normal. I have tasted some of what people go through when they remodel part of their home, and it's not fun. I've realized that I have a higher need for order than I previously thought I had.