Expect nothing . . .

and you'll be happy with nearly anything.

That's how I want you to think of this blog for the next few days. Why?

My van will be in for normal maintenance tomorrow meaning that I will have to shove all three kids into Phill's Ford Escape for a trip to the library (as promised today to two very upset children who wanted to go TODAY!) and to get some heads of hair cut.

And, to add to the chaos, Finwe is currently in serious, painful teething mode. Both of his upper front teeth are descending through his gums. The right one made its initial break yesterday. The left is still working on it. He's very unhappy. He won't nap. He's waking at all hours of the night.

It took infant's ibuprofen and some Orajel on his gums to get him to just sit still this evening. He doesn't want to drink anything for very long. He does like chewing on food, though.

I'm tired. Phill is tired. The girls are a tad frightened of me as I'm a bit scraggly and short tempered.

Expect very little until Finwe decides that he can tolerate the pain or until the pain can no longer tolerate Finwe.