Least Sympathetic Protest award

Junie has very definitely entered the "no" stage - automatic objection to many activities - and sometimes it's hard to blame her. I wouldn't be thrilled if someone picked me up and took my pants off either. But the new thing where she cries and yells "no potty" in the morning when *I* have to pee? Yes, I get that it's all part of figuring out what she can control and what she can't, but seriously, kid, that's like minus a hundred points in the art of battle-picking. Gah.

in other news

My dad is at McMurdo!