I recently noticed yet another strange trend in this house: the stockpiling of breakfast cereals. I guess know how we got to this point. The boys eat the stuff dry throughout the morning: Froot Loops, Gorilla Munch, Cinnamon Swirls, others. And when I swore off cheese-danish a few years ago I made a habit of eating Kashi or raisin bran each morning -- in soy milk no less (how pathetic is that?). Sometimes I help myself to Apple Jacks. And Alane eats thse strange Mini Wheat with filling n the center. Nasty.

Anyway, now we have boxes and boxes of cereal sitting across the top of the refrigerator and much of the top shelf of our kitchen shelving. Sure, it's nice to have variety -- but sometimes you can't find a place to store a can of tomatoes for all the amber waves of grain we're warehousing.

Maybe I'll start calling the boys "Quisp" and "Quake" (they need new nicknames anyway, since they no longer answer to "Uday" and "Qusay").