I was cleaning up Cheerios and then running into Scola at the World Science Festival. (Which was very cool for all the 3-8 year-olds present, and less exciting for the adults and babies. Hopefully next year they'll be able to expand it.)

We were rained on pretty heavily coming out of the subway but did not encounter any hail or damaging winds.

We went to our first obedience class for Truman this morning. It's a group class held in gorgeous Griffith Park, which is cool--it;s a good way to start the weekend, even if it means getting up early on Saturday for the next 10 weeks. Then we bought another controller for the WII so we can play games together. Now, cleaning house in between, yeah, playing with WII. In case you were wondering whether i kicked my husband's ASS in WII ping pong--yeah, I totally did.

People, you need to talk more. I'm going to have to start grading if you don't distract me.

Gronk. I've been working on organizing stuff. Box of old negatives: put into sleeves in binder, decide which ones look interesting, scan those, use Photoshop Elements to try to get actual image out of 75-year-old negatives scanned on cheap flatbed scanner, email images to 75-year-old relative.

Boxes of books: Dad brings box up from basement, we try to figure out what each book is about (they're all in German, which he barely knows and I don't know at all), if one of us things that we ought to keep it it goes into one pile, if neither of us thing we ought to keep it it goes into another pile, the "not keep" pile goes back into the empty boxes, the "keep" pile goes onto shelves.

Out of four boxes of books, the "not keep" pile filled up three boxes. Most of what we're keeping is religious books, books with handwritten messages inside the covers, cookbooks, and books with neat-looking pictures. My grandmother was a kindergarten teacher in Germany in the thirties, so we've got a bunch of little kids books that look kind of cool.

I want a pancake!

Sorry, pancakes all gone.

t weeps

People, you need to talk more. I'm going to have to start grading if you don't distract me.

Okay, here's the (very short) story behind the Cheerios incident.

Now that I'm not worried that D will fall down the step or pull a chair over on top of himself if I leave him alone for 5 minutes, I've been more relaxed about not putting him in the playpen while I make his breakfast on the weekends. Which is what I was doing today (toasting a piece of banana bread) while I thought he was playing with one of his board books in the dining room. I should have known something was up when it suddenly got very quiet...and then I heard crunching noises...and he had managed to reach the box of Cheerios I thought was on a too-high self, empty the entire box onto the floor, and was happily shoving them into his mouth by the handful.

Tomorrow morning, he's back in the playpen.

Ooo, clever D!

when it suddenly got very quiet...

that is always a sign of Up To Something. IMHO.

ps - Yay Frances!

All I have been able to accomplish today is programming the DVR for the next week. It's something.