This morning, when I came out of our room after getting showered and dressed, Jill was working on changing Noah’s horrifying, scary, smelly, what-died-in-there? poopsplosion diaper.

I walked in to see a cookie disappearing into Noah’s mouth. This was something of a surprise, as we don’t allow cookies for breakfast.

Seeing my glance, Jill explained, “He found it. In a plastic container. On the table where we keep his backpack.”

I think this marks the end of pre-packed “just in case” snacks in (or around) Noah’s backpack. At least in transparent containers.

By the way, he’s gotten a lot better at using his super-cool, non-toxic, nearly-indestructible, recyclable and reusable, kid-size water-bottle. I think we’ll be investing in a few more and packing up the “babyish” sippy cups.

Have I mentioned that I loved Noah’s Sigg bottle so much that I ordered two more grown-up sized ones?

I read not long ago that plastic water bottles are some insane percentage of landfill matter. Between that, the fact that I prefer my water with some flavor added, and that Sigg bottles are cool looking, I made the switch.

I bought this one (1 liter) and also this one (0.6 liters). The 0.6 liter size is pretty much an ordinary soda or water bottle, the other is too large for me to really comfortably drink from directly.

And in other news, this cycle is looking good:

• 2 good-size and 1 runty follicle, just like in the cycle when we conceived Noah
• Follow-up doctor’s appt on Weds, when we will probably trigger ovulation
• Probable giant trek half-way to Tennessee first thing in the morning on Thankgiving, to do the insem
• That’s just before I turn 38
• And my mom brought me home from the hospital on Thanksgiving when I was a newborn
• And my due date would be a couple of days after Jill’s birthday