I tried to write last night, but I think Blogger was having some downtime. It's just as well; I didn't have anything in particular to say.

I took J to the IHOP this morning after dropping N off at preschool and making my business bank deposit. The service was great, but I wish they'd change their grease and wash their griddle more often. J had a good time coloring her placemat while we waited to eat. The problem will come when we pick N back up and she tells him we went out to eat without him. Hopefully she'll have more sense than that, but she didn't the time I took her out for ice-cream after we got her blood drawn.

Yesterday I registered J to attend preschool next year at N's preschool. In January, I registered her to attend a huge, slightly cheaper yet more prestigious preschool (J got the last opening in her age group in January) only 2.5 miles from my house. N's is five miles away. Anyway, she must be potty trained to go there. It's not happening. Now it's looking like I may need to spend some time at my husband's office in the fall, so she must be in preschool. N's preschool still had four openings left, and 3-year-olds can wear pull-ups. I guess I'll just have to drive the extra miles. That's the only thing I dislike about N's preschool.