Sunday

It's a perfect Sunday. I'm sick, but other than that it's ideal. Oh, and I'm on call. But great otherwise.

And I've been afflicted with a terrible skin disease. But other than that...

Ha ha, no I'm kidding.

Right now I'm eating yummy oatmeal and R is reading the story of Pandora's Box to AB. We bought her a kid-aged book on Greek mythology (though still for kids two years older than she) and she is fascinated by it. How wonderful. We are very happy.

We just printed out a slew of mazes and she happily did about four of them in ten minutes. They are non-trivial. She is amazing. But we knew this.

Yesterday we went shopping and spent a lot of money. Most of it on a new bag for me. I know, I'm shallow. But it's been two years since I've bought one. It's quite lovely.

The other day we were at a sandwich shop and AB said the cheese on her sandwich was provolone. R said, "Isn't it swiss?" She said, "No, it's provolone." She was right. She out-cheesed him. This is a girl who eats chunks of Parmesano Reggiano. I blame him, he feeds them to her.

All is going well, I've been busy/distracted/lame lately so forgive my lack of writing.

Hope all is well with you.