I let my 3 year old daughter cheat at CandyLand.
And I tricked her into washing my bras.
I fed cheese pizza to my 8 month old and kept her up until 7:45pm.
Then I treated her to a 3am nursing session because, while Josh and I would like her to sleep all night, we love our peace and quiet more.
I lost track of how many glasses of sangria I drank at a company outing. And it's only Thursday!
So it's fitting that, while costing flights and finding roomies for BlogHer 2008, it took me a few minutes to realize I won't just be leaving Josh alone with two kids during the annual Pitchfork Music Festival (he's a Pitchfork writer and would be there from 11am-11pm if he had his druthers). I'll be leaving on Baby A's first birthday.
