Must. Persevere.

Captain's Log, Star Date Third Freakin' Day of Rain.

All attempts to communicate and rationalize with Mother Nature have proved futile. Rain and cold continue their merciless assault. I remain hunkered down indoors with The One Who Must Be Held At All Times and The One With the Three-Second Attention Span. No end in sight.

Have played Dora and Disney movies to point of exhaustion. Fear that one more round of "If You're Happy and You Know It" will result in complete loss of sanity. Repetitive games of "Ring Around the Rosy" have left me begging for Pepto. Fail to understand how the Toddler can run in such a tight circle for such a lengthy amount of time without ralphing on her Tinkerbell costume.

All attempts at crafts - e.g. finger painting, construction paper collages, strands of curling ribbon tied to shower ring to make some kind of princess wand thingie - have provided brief respite, but time spent preparing and then cleaning up after said crafts has been inversely proportional to the amount of entertainment actually yielded.

As our last resort, we continue to produce ridiculous amounts of baked goods. Is killing captain's diet.

Liquor supplies dwindling. Situation has become critical.

Must stop now. Natives will wake from naps soon, and I have promised them cupcakes.