Acceptance

What do you call the awkward feeling when you realize that your guests, departing, made the bed better than you ever can?

Tonight

Charles finally heard the words he's waited 5 years for:

"Dad, would you play a video game with me?"

Thank you, Uncle Garner. As usual, you and Aunt Elizabeth have an unerring talent for choosing the perfect gift.

UPDATE: From Iain's room, at the moment, come these dulcet strains (loudly): "I'm the KING of NORTH AMERICA! Dum de duh Dum de DUH!" Sort of to the tune of...I don't even know. 

Cake!

Great cake, right? Iain was drawing rockets all morning on Sunday. What did he find when he opened his cake? Rocket!

Good work, Grammy.

Five

Complete with Space Cake! (regular cake (that is, chocolate cake) with buttercream frosting and a rocket ship and planets. Film at 11)

Our house. The Legos. My God.

Conversations

Tonight Iain enjoyed a visit with a favorite babysitter. She hasn't been here in a couple of months.

When she walked in, he said, "I haven't seen you in WEEKS!"

She tells us that as soon as we left he said, "Ok, I'm Tom. You be Gloria." [Her name is not Gloria.]

They drew a picture (complete with jewels!). He drew them both. He's thin. She's a circle. "Because you need some fat."

Send help.