I can almost taste the Ramen...

When I was eighteen, sacrificing a week of actual sustenance for a week of Kraft mac and cheese and a new outfit was exciting. At twenty five, the prospect of having to make choices like that (only with diapers and a mortgage thrown in the mix) is far too exciting for me.

Sean and I have known for a few months that Kimberly-Clark will be letting a significant percentage of their workforce go after July. I've been through the gamut of emotions. After a few weeks of nail biting, tossing and turning, and the opposite of stress eating, I have settled into (and have started to enjoy) blissful ignorance.

Last week we got word that July 15th is the official date - when we finally get closer to answering questions like, how long I will be driving around a car that was made the year I graduated from elementary school?... and, how old will Kelan be when he finally has a sibling?...

The truth is, despite all of my unnecessary worrying - we'll be fine. The whole situation makes me appreciate what we have. As excruciatingly cliche as it sounds, right now we have our health- and we're happy.

So, we'll hope for a new car and a brother for Kelan, but we'll be OK with a clunker and some free playdates. Just don't expect me to have any fingernails come June 30th.

My first refrigerator art!

This came home from the Y with Kelan yesterday.

There is something about fingerpaint that just melts my heart.