Dear Toy Story 2,

You captivated the attention of my children, not once, not twice, but three times today.

And I thank you.

I will never let it happen again.

Dear Baby Bjorn,

I do not know what I would do without you. In the past month and a week, I've learned to love you all over again. Had it not been for your comfortable fit and durable fabric, I would have had a disturbingly messy kitchen for the duration of my 9:30am meeting.

Dear Huggies,

I think your diapers are grand! They manage to keep 65% of my daughter's excrement within the acceptable boundaries, 95% of the time. Which makes your product statistically significantly better than say... no diaper at all.

Dear Ipod Touch,

You are a gift to mothers everywhere! Without you, today's second and third helpings of Toy Story 2 would have been only a wish... floating somewhere in my children's subconscious.

Dear Toyota,

You make excellent vehicles. And the three hours we spent in one of your makes today?

Smooooooooth sailing.

Dear super soft blanket,

I almost forgot you as we left on our day trip. What would I have done?

When Huggies proved no match for Mae's gastrointestinal greatness? You were there!

When I realized the extra outfit (I always pack and never need) was still sitting on my bed at home? You were there!

You saved me today... I am eternally grateful.

Dear Rainbow Sandals,

When I realized halfway through our two hour drive, that my shoes, did not, in fact, match the rest of my outfit and that the boots I had planned on wearing were sitting on the bed at home... I consoled myself, knowing that at least they were Rainbow sandals- a great, great product!

Dear Bath and Body Works Country Apple Hand Sanitizer,

Today, during the two hour wait in the doctor's office, I used you at least fifty million times. And each time? I was whisked away to a much happier place for half a second. Regular hand sanitizer just isn't the same.

(Robs playing around with a pad we pulled out of Erik's bike helmet.)

(Erik playing cars.)

(Mae, rocking the full head of hair.)

Dear Skittles,

You make a delicious little treat.

Steve and I shared some, unbeknownst to our passengers,

who were thoroughly engaged in their Ipods at the time.

The packaging didn't blow our cover,

and the treat was just sweet enough to enhance our celebratory mood.

Because after a two hour wait and several redundant HGTV shows,

five minutes with the doctor confirmed my suspicions:

...everything is fine.

Dear pillow,

I can't wait to see you.

The End!