Darcy is 100% potty trained now, and as delightful as that is, it seems to have put an unnerving amount of pressure on her previously-trained sister, which has caused her to go slightly backwards in the potty training department. I am hoping this passes. But! We are 75% finished!

I never thought I would get into the torrent thing, but I have (cautiously). With this.

Bruce took some nifty photos of an art car in Fullerton this week. I love the rear fender. Long ago I was tempted to do something like this with my old Honda, but keeping the inside in working order didn’t leave any cash left over for making the outside interesting. Hell, it didn’t even leave any money for insurance.

I am leaving Bruce in charge of the dynamic duo tomorrow, for I am driving to Santa Barbara with Miss C to get her some clothes for her fabulous solo trip to Europe next week. "And no calling me up at 8:30 saying you need to sleep in!" she said. Who, me?

I will be going without credit cards because–kaching! I was told I need almost $2,000 worth of dental work today. Insurance will cover a lot of it, but you know, "you need some drill time" is really not what I wanted to hear today. Apparently my first and only fillings from when I was 13 years-old are worn and need to be replaced. (The sealant my childhood dentist put on my teeth have held up really well, though). This is a new dentist Bruce started seeing because our old one is just a little too old-school for us, and kind of does the minimum, which really does Bruce no favors with the amount of issues in his mouth (16 caps/crowns + 6 fillings). And when Bruce told me how tech-savvy this new guy was, I was intrigued. He has a pen-sized camera that goes right in your mouth to show you everything that is messed up, which you get to see in technicolor on a giant TV above your head. He has an in-house fabricator to make crowns. And his biller lives in Nevada and communicates to him live via a webcam. She waved and said goodbye to me on the computer screen as I left. It was pretty strange. And he has a nice website, which truth be told, is really what got us in there in the first place. Dr. J is a smart guy.

He also has five kids. He said as hard as that has been, just the idea of having twins frightened him.

I think it frightens people because people think of their most difficult kid, and they mentally double that. (That might explain the look on Heather Armstrong’s face when I told her I had twins at Blogher last year). But that’s not really what happens. This is obviously conjecture on my part, but I think what you really get is one of each–the difficult child and the, uh, easier child. But you’re getting them both at once, and that’s the hard part. The difficult one would still be difficult without the other kid, but there’s still two of them. So no matter how much #1 wears you out, you still have to deal with #2. Fortunately, #2 doesn’t require nearly as much energy. (At least in our case).

There’s that little matter of switching, however. Occasionally they will switch roles, just to keep you on your toes.

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