I often feel very guilty as far as Derek goes. He's not enrolled in any sort of preschool this year because I was too lazy to deal with another school, two drop offs and two pickups. I didn't even want to bother with packing him a lunch. How selfish is that? So this year he just spent time with me running around all day. We have a great time together but he basically spends his days at the gym childcare 3 times a week (not more than an hour and a half), at Target, and watching me pick up the house. Plus he lives in hand-me downs. Then in the evenings he's at games, practices, or shuffling someone somewhere. Since its just the way our life is right now, I try to include him in as many chores as possible. So here he his cooking dinner with me since I am so pathetic and behind I can't seem to play toys and games much. Did I mention I rarely even make him lunch at home? He usually just gets a Sonic corn dog on the run. The funny thing is, he's the happiest, well-adjusted toddler I've had. Very easy kid. So, who needs play-doh, paints, Thomas trains, right????