Until a week ago, I thought I successfully avoided the thing I was dreading most about cancer: losing my hair. But then, last week, it started to fall out. It doesn't seem like it should be a huge deal considering how much worse things could be, but it is. And to think I spent years curling, straightening, dyeing, and all-around under-appreciating my hair. So what does that have to do with

Poor Lucas. He's the classic middle child. Turns out, he just needed Cooper to come in to make it his official position instead of just his state of mind. Middle children often feel looked over, and, in this case, it's true. I missed Lucas's adoption anniversary. Sorry, Lucas. Last month, on March 28, we should have celebrated his fifth adoption anniversary! My, how time flies!