Well, all you really missed is an update on Paul's could-be-teething (the main reason I haven't been posting much of late) and me complaining at length about a particularly loathsome breakfast cereal I made the mistake of buying on sale this week, so it wasn't that great a loss. Just take it as given that if you ever come across something called "Woodland Berry Granola", you should run very quickly in the opposite direction.
Tomorrow my husband and I are planning to take a ten-hour (probably twelve when you include stops) road trip to southern Pennsylvania to visit some friends of ours. We did a twelve-hour drive to Iowa with Nicholas and Simon when Simon was just over two years old, and it worked out much better than I'd feared; but I'm really not so sure it's going to go nearly that well with a six-month-old, who may or may not be teething and who hates his car seat with a passion. Ulp.