I feel like a little old man. This is because my left ear is plugged up. It's full of wax. This happens to my dad and my father-in-law, which is why it makes no sense that it has happened to me, a 39-year-old woman. Tonight, my mother-in-law, an RN, dutifully dug the otiscope out of her little black bag, looked in my ear, and couldn't see the drum for all the wax. I'm going to call a doctor tomorrow to see about getting it removed. What a scary thought. I dread getting chewed out for packing it down with Q-tips. (Mom A. started it!)

Let's change the subject, quick.

I'm working on my third scrapbook, and I'm so pleased with it. One of the neat things about scrapbooking is looking at all these snapshots you haven't really examined for years. They really take you back, especially after you mount them in warm, feely ways, with little quotes pasted below them. Was it really 16 years ago that Sarah and Rebekah stood in front of that white fence in their nightgowns at sunset, with the cows moving about behind them? I remember the special feeling of that moment when I took those pix. Now those little girls are in college!

Noah had a looooong nap. Now he's wide awake - and so am I. I wish he hadn't slept so long.