Pleasant Day

Well, every once in a while the kids definately give me something that I compulsively need to write about, or talk about somewhere. This afternoon they both went and put on their boots all by themselves (something that alone I wouldn't bother writing here, but is actually a really great help for them both to be able to do) and were running in circle in the living room chanting "Put Captain Solo in the cargo hold." I have a toy Boba Fett that has a motion sensor on it and says a few canned lines from The Empire Strikes Back when you move in front of it. Wow, how they love it.

And for some reason there are colored pencil marks on the screen of my monitor. Hum...and I am pretty sure that someone smells vaguely of poop.