We are emotional today! Mama had a terrible week at work and is considering hiring a private assassin. D spent the afternoon yesterday demanding to see the Pocoyo where everybody is sad, so that he could cry and be sad too. Daddy is sick of dealing with Mama and D.

This morning D went to the urologist. It was great fun to tinkle in a cup (b/c he can do that now!), and put it in the little window, and open and close the door 30 times. But then there was yelling: Dada I want my tinkle BACK! RIGHT! NOW!!

Will the weekend ever get here? Oh joy, later today.