Who's the D-Sider?

This morning Jessica looked at me very seriously and asked, "Daddy, was it you or Mommy that decided that Steffi could have a DS for Christmas?" I looked out the living room window for a moment, trying to remember if Santa was responsible for the DS gift, and wondering if this was some sort of Santa-related "gotcha" question. "Why?" I asked, stalling for time.

"I just want to know who decided that she could get a DS?" she continued. Remembering that the DS was from us, not Jolly St. Nick, I said that both Mommy and Daddy talked about it, and that we agreed to get her one. "Well," she said, "could you please get me one for my birthday?"

I suppose if I told her it was Mommy's decision I never would have gotten the follow-up question

Their Heart is in the Right Place

I was hoping to actually sleep late Saturday morning. But I didn't realize that Valentine's Day makes the girls as excited as Christmas (and Easter, and their birthdays, and Halloween...)

Both were up at 6:40 am and scampering around the house. We got them a couple of small gifts. The girls made us Valentine's, and Jessica continued her recent tradition of making 20 cards for each family member. All week long she asked Loren and I what we liked. Then she'd run upstairs and write it down on a card. When I told her I liked the Giants and Eli Manning, she told me she didn't know how to spell either word. But she did give me a card that had Eli written on it, so Steffi must have helped her out.