The Toad News Network

One of my favorite writers, Jasper Fforde, always refers to the Toad News Network in his books. You can also check out some funny Toad News stories online, including "Student's function to 'test education system' challenged."
The Toad's motto?
"Proudly Disseminating Sensationalised Rubbish for over a Century."

Carter's Photos

Carter loves to take photos - most of them are of random objects around the house, taken from interesting angles (note the lego photo) - but sometimes he gets a person in there. He also loves to hang out with Madeleine in her room, so one day they combined the two hobbies.

I'm a Winner!

It's official, I'm a winner! I love a contest where simply completing the task makes you a winner; it may be the only kind of competition at which I can excel. Who cares about quality? It's quantity that matters at NaNoWriMo.

Jello

Claire really wanted to make some orange jello, as in Jello brand gelatin, and I really wanted her to stop bugging me, so I explained rationally that there was no point making jello because we wouldn't even be able to eat it right away since it had to be in the fridge for a long time before you eat it, etc. etc. So she ran over to the fridge, opened the door, and stuck the box of Jello in. She looked really proud of herself.

NaNoWriMo

I've discovered that it's really hard to write 1666 words per day for a month. That's 50,000 words in 30 days if you're wondering. Why would I do such a thing? Madeleine's English class is doing NaNoWriMo this month as an assignment, so I decided it would be fun to do it too. It's actually hard and stressful and crazy, but it's fun at the same time. They have excellent pep talks from real writers (the published kind); it's almost worth doing this just to have an e-mail from Jasper Fforde show up in my mailbox. I might even do it again next year, even though I truly believe that the majority of what I'm writing is crap. According to the pros, writing crap is good practice.

Carter's a Kindergartener

He can't tell us what he does there, he can only tell us that he loves it. Carter was primed and ready to go on the first day of kindergarten. The snack was selected, the bag was packed, we were waiting in the driveway in plenty of time. He was so eager to get on the bus that I had to remind him to stop and turn around for his picture. How patient do you have to be to drive a bus? I could never do it.
When he got home, everyone wanted to know what he did at kindergarten, and every time we asked he said the same thing: It's a secret. When I tried again, hoping for some details, he once again told me it was a secret, but this time he paused and added: "...but I love it."

Carter's a boy who likes his secrets, but as long as he's thrilled to get on the bus every day, that's okay with me.

Claire's a Party Animal

For weeks, Claire talked about her three-year-old party, about her friends, her cake, and of course, her presents. The day finally arrived and it was everything she'd hoped it would be. Thank goodness for Malcolm and his willingness to play with a bunch of little kids. They were completely incapable of playing a game, at least not the way most people play them, and during musical pillows she thought the point was to end up on her own pillow every time, even if someone else was already on it and there were plenty of other pillows that were completely open.
She got the green cake she'd been asking for - very low maintenance for me - and she thought all of her presents were fabulous. It took days to recover - for both of us. Now we're counting down to Carter's big O-5.