Crabby pens

She loves her toy crab. I have sort of gotten used to hearing what sounds like "Crap! Crap!" and mentally translating it to "Crab! Crab!" The crab is always nearby when this happens, and soon thereafter it's in her hands. And it makes her so happy.

This afternoon I realized just how much this transition/translation has started to become natural to me. A co-worker said something about crappy pens and I immediately thought, "How can pens be crabby?"

Two years ago right now I was 30 minutes into my hospital stay, and 90 minutes away from giving birth. Painful but worth it. Wouldn't you agree?

[picture dated 9/21/07]