Since Hec mentioned hoodies, Isaac was talking yesterday in that way toddlers do where they create some internal universe and then describe it to you. Anyway he was saying "yes because he wears a hoodie because it's so cold on the moon. That's how cold it is," and I thought poor little LA boy thinks that hoodie = cold weather.

Lillian and Isaac need to get together again and hang. They could share universe information!

I'm trying to map hers. It's kind of complicated. And seems to center around things that happened once, when she was a girl construction worker, and the jaguars didn't think she was a tasty snack.

(There's so much construction near her daycare that, err, we've taken to Construction Worker Watching, describing their plumage and habitats. She's constantly on the lookout. "Are there construction workers there? Way up high off in the distance?")

Ooh, Vortex, that is such a scary thing to get home to!! Did you walk in, or did you call someone? Did you realize right away that it was the rug??

Barb, you look amazing in that dress!

Erin, yayayayayayayayayayay!!! I'm so glad they noticed the wonderfulness that is you!

Vortex, that is scary.

Did you walk in, or did you call someone? Did you realize right away that it was the rug??

I was wondering the same thing.

Tonight, my friend, K, and I got our asses handed to us at pub trivia. Dear me. One of the categories was James Bond theme songs and we sucked at it. We still had fun, but heavens, we did not do well.

I've not skimmed; I've read it all.

But that has left me no time to actually post anything.

Love to you all.

And this working through the weekend and 15-hour days can stop anytime.

I'm going to have a hell of a trip back East in October. Gotta go to Philly for work, and want to include FUN weekend in New York either before or after.

And my company OWES me.

Good night.

I'm trying to map hers. It's kind of complicated. And seems to center around things that happened once, when she was a girl construction worker, and the jaguars didn't think she was a tasty snack.

I love how kid minds work.

Annabel's thing is to stage "shows" with her toys--plays or movies. If you try to interrupt her or tell her it's bathtime or bedtime, she will indignantly tell you that the show is not over yet, and it's going to be a long show. I've gone from thinking we have a third-generation architect on our hands to wondering if she's going to be a screenwriter or a director.

She says she wants to be an astronaut when she grows up, though. Or a zebra.

She could be a Moon-visiting Zebra!

(There's so much construction near her daycare that, err, we've taken to Construction Worker Watching, describing their plumage and habitats. She's constantly on the lookout. "Are there construction workers there? Way up high off in the distance?")

is slain

hooray for new job Erin! feel much better soon Ginger!

and now I need to read about 2,000 posts. And sleep some more. We woke up at 3:30 am. Well, we were woken up by a time-zoned toddler.

Timelies everyone

Buffista kiddos are definitely the cutest!

Morning all-- thanks on the lovely compliments. I was afraid that the stress-eating of peanut butter M&Ms was going to render me stuffed-sausage like in the gown, but thankfully, I seem to have escaped relatively unscathed. Just a little... fuller.

Am dying of the cute with the Matilda and Other Buffista kidlet stories. Mine are at a completely different, yet equally amusing stage since Nate's twelve and Abby's almost eleven. Light candles for me, y'all-- she announced last night "Mom, you know what I want to do on my birthday? High School Musical 3 opens on that day."

I managed to suppress the groan. I mean, all things considered, I've managed to steer her away from Britney, the Jonas Brothers, Miley/Hannah Montana and a wealth of other crappy tween stars. If my penance for that is HSM 3, well, I suppose I can suffer. And I have two-and-a-half months to prepare and fill any necessary prescriptions.