Rob: thanks for the recorder

Part I
















Part II

In a land far far away, where there is no such thing as video games

Place them all face down.

Flick them with your fingernail. If they flip all the way over, you keep and keep on going. If they stop on their edge, you lose your turn.












ps: As you might predict, I object to A's characterisation below. I mean really. It' not TV if you're watching it on YouTube, right?

pps: A eats garlic almost every day, and sometimes doesn't even notice it.

a sign of the apocalypse?

Our fearless leader and anti-television advocate has finally joined the rest of us. She is obsessed with Susan Boyle from Britain's Got Talent and a regular viewer of American Idol. Oh, how hard the great ones fall when they finally fall!

And did I mention

that this one is a walker now?
No?
Mmmm, must have been blog-neglecting. (I've missed you.)

Three is a magic number

We prepped for the big day for several weeks.


When I admitted to myself I wouldn't finish making Baby KhaKah a new wardrobe by hand in time, I borrowed a sewing machine from a friend and hired a tailor for the day, who freehanded two dresses, two pants, a skirt, and a matching apron and hat that look suspiciously like an antique uniform. Scout was enraptured.



For little school we made a pinata, one layer every day.


Finally, we picked candy and stuffed it like a turkey.


But oh, disappointment! The morning of the party, Scout crawled into our bed with a fever, then slept the entire day.


Precious, who had been as excited by the preparations and the promise of the candy you get to collect, as I think a seven-year-old can be, had to settle for playing in a bucket of water with the little boys while Scout slept on.


But it did happen the next day, and a couple friends could even make it despite the changes.









Dear Scout, your birthday will also always be my birth day, and I love April 21st for both inseparable reasons. Most of all I love you, my girl, inseparably, beyond reason. ox, Joh