David, of course. He rides from Aunt Julia's house (and Ari!) to Rose's school and back pretty much every day. He's reasonably good about staying buckled and seated, especially if he is eating a koala bar. Our neighborhood has beautiful gardens that often encroach on the sidewalks. David likes to be pushed through the hanging grass, and he most particularly likes to break off branches of rosemary as we pass. His hair is currently scented with rosemary because he has been resisting baths.

Koala bar wrappers, cheese stick wrappers, fruit leather wrappers. We snack the kids and then have to cope with the resultant garbage. Some day they'll be responsible for their own little sticky pieces of plastic.

My library books. I spent most of my life carting around grossly overstuffed backpacks. I didn't even stop when my back crumpled. Now, I don't care how ridiculous I look. I leave David at home and load my 15 books into the seat.

My dry cleaning. I have this group, goals for girls, where we meet quarterly and help each other map out goals and plan how we are going to tackle them. Well, the third basket has been on my list for 6 months. I bet you all have the third basket. We have our medium basket, our dark load basket, and our dry cleaning/hand washing/don't know how to clean this basket. Today, I finally brought the dry cleaning to my local enviro dry cleaner. Now, I just have six shirts to hand wash.