Because Steve didn't work all weekend (yay!), we had a great time and did lots of fun stuff. Unfortunately, that fun stuff inlcuded eating about a year's worth of junk, thanks to eating out five times in a single weekend. We took Emma to see The Wild (in which she was not interested) on Saturday and on Sunday we went to the Royals game. We also spent a lot of time watching Arrested Development. After hearing that it was a good show, we decided to rent the first DVD of the first season. Twenty-one episodes and a midnight trip to Blockbuster later, we have finished the first season. Tonight we are going to start the second one. That show is so funny; I think we are rivaling our DVD marathons at the release of each new season of 24.

This morning Emma and I returned to the worm farm and bought another pound of worms. Awhile back, I was worried that they weren't keeping up with the food, so I split them in two separate containers, hoping they would quickly procreate. They weren't doing it quickly enough, I thought, so we just went and got some more. Adding 1,000 members to the family is always a little exciting!

The mattress at the end of the bed is going so-so. Emma loves it and want to spend all day there. She calls it the "cool bed" so all day I'm hearing, "Read in cool bed. Nurse in cool bed. Eat peanut butter in cool bed," etc. However, she only wants to be there with me, and she just doesn't sleep that long without me next to her, so it's not working that well at night. The first night I kept trying to lay here there after she was asleep and she would, amazingly, wake from a dead sleep and cling to my neck, saying "Mommy yay down!" She's gotten a little more accustomed to it, and last night she slept there for an hour by herself. I don't mind her sleeping with us most of the night (and would prefer it, actually), but it was really great to have a whole hour during which I could actually stretch out and sleep in any comfortable position I wanted.

Ever since my mom came here with a suitcase, Emma has been obsessed with suitcases. She'll drag anything with a handle around the house, proudly exclaiming, "Soupcase!" This weekend we went to Target and took Emma to the luggage aisle, where she had a blast rolling around all the little kid-sized soupcases. I'm going to try to find one at a garage sale or thrift store for her. She'll be in absolute heaven with her own little soupcase!