I know this picture has been out for a day or so, but I couldn’t resist posting it.

Have I told you how parallel my life is with that of Sarah Jessica Parker’s? I mean, we have sons born a couple of weeks apart, and then lo and behold, my daughter is due only a few months from when Sarah’s were!

Coincindence? I think not.

Let’s just forget about the parts which have her being a megastar and marrying Ferris Bueller. Those don’t match up, and I’m conveniently leaving them out.

But, I’m looking at James Wilkie in this photo. I’m not exactly seeing utter joy and happiness on his face as he gazes down at one of his twin sisters. Not to say that he looks unhappy, but it is more of a look that you would give to an interesting and/or dubious item on your dinner plate, no?

You know, there are times when I really dislike the FDA. Imagine how much easier our lives could be, ladies!

And here’s our quote of the day, from Paul Drielsma in the NYT, via Kottke:

Scour the parenting forums on the Internet and you’ll find the common lament that “DH” (darling husband) expects a medal whenever he “babysits” junior for a few hours. I have little sympathy for DH in these cases, but maybe a step in the right direction would be to stop using language that suggests hired help — to stop referring to DH’s job in the same terms as somebody who could legitimately stick his hand out at the end of his shift and demand a tip. DH isn’t babysitting, he’s parenting, and just changing that one word changes, for me at least, all sorts of connotations.

Perhaps a few learning aids would help?