The Crazy Children

1) As we drove someplace last week, Bella remarked "I guess tomorrow will be Fall." Why? "Today I saw a tree with yellow leaves."

2) Pamela has been working hard to get things ready for the big Garage Sale this week coming up. As a result, in between reading, I've been the primary child watcher all weekend. And I've said it before, it bears repeating: These kids can be exhausting. Isaac is a very busy, very intense little guy. We did a lot of wrassling this weekend, which he loved. Bella had playtime pretty much nonstop all weekend with friends, until Jenny crashed at 1pm Sunday... then we got her back.

3) We all went over to Auntie Carrie's for a burger bar: This genius idea: Make little burgers the size of hard rolls, and have tons of gourmet toppings: Everybody's got room for two LITTLE burgers, and there's no chance of topping regret, since you have two to work with.

Isaac started shrieking with delight the moment he arrived, and really didn't stop for 3 hours... walking, crawling, being held, it didn't matter: He was giving out that banshee wail with a huge smile on his face, and we all felt like we'd been the victims of some sonic attack. He was also the grabbiest guy ever: He beelined for the dvd player, pulling out the movie somehow! Every glass, every plate, every utensil within reach, he was after it. By the end of it, Pamela and I were spent, as was the rest of the family who had been chasing him.

I think that he's totally ready for his first airplane ride. Can you even imagine? The plus side: Freddie the Boston Terrier and Isaac got along great, with Isaac laughing as Freddie laid down layer after layer of dog drool on his face. It was only the jumping and knocking over that got Freddie exiled for the party.

Bella took a while to warm up - I think she was crashing like Jenny, but not being as obvious about it. And hook nor crook could get her to try a burger: "You like bread? Taco Meat? Cheese? YES. And here are all three put together. What's not to like?" We'll never know, because she flat out refused. Later in the evening, she was crawling all over Papa, being very silly... but perhaps a little to liberal with the kick moves. It was time for bed.

4) One consequence of stuffing 750 pages into one's head in 24 hours, the brain takes a while to recover, and I am flat out exhausted. I am off to a very early bedtime, and wish you all the best.