Raisins come from grapes, people come from apes . . . "

Dalton and I had a little breakfast dance party to Barenaked Ladies "Snacktime"




It's so fun to have a child that can play and interact; a child that has preferences and opinions. A little person I can teach and help and meet anew every day. The bigger he gets the more fun this is getting. Harder too, sure, but what could negate this little lump of baby turning into a person that can tell you his favorite snack?????

In a few minutes "Miss Dianne" will be here, giving me ideas of more things we can do together to keep him learning. She'll marvel at him in a way that makes me swell with pride. She'll tell me how bright he is, and enjoy his company. And who can beat that?

Anyhow, we just sent Paul off to Boston for the next week and change. He'll be at ASTRO (a trade show) which tends to dissolve into one great big party. He'll also get to see the Sox at Fenway. Asshat. He'll have seen the green monster live in person four times before I ever set eyes on it. It's okay to hate him, I do ;)

The rest of our week will be dedicated to getting the house perfectly clean and shiny and just how I want it. Hard, but nice when it gets there. Oh, and Christmas knitting. Lots and lots and lots of that. I need to think of some big activity for Dalton and I while Paul is gone. Apple picking perhaps??????? I'd really like to have both of us there to take pictures though. I'll have to think.

Well, I'm off to finish getting ready for Miss Dianne's visit. More BNL for you!