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[during some conversation about monkeys]

Timothy: We saw monkeys at the zoo.

Katherine: What?!

Timothy: Uh… what did you think I said? read more...

[Background note: Timothy’s birthday is coming up, and Katherine has been making something in great secrecy, banishing Timothy to his office for periods of time. (This is like banishing Brer Rabbit to the briar patch. But we digress.) —Ed.]

Clara: … Presents.
Timothy: Presents? read more...

Some new photos are up on the Gallery - both miscellaneous Fall people shots and a separate album for Halloween shots (and I assume I’ll have more tomorrow). I’m particularly excited about the sneezy pumpkin that Clara, Katherine and I made today, and about the new video I’ve finally managed to figure out how to publish from my camera phone.

I think I’ve got stuff set up correctly now so that new additions to the Gallery will automatically show up on the left side of this site. This without a single line of code, because Gallery publishes changes in RSS and Drupal can subscribe to them. Did I mention Drupal rocks?

You may recall that one of the features of my sump pump alarm was that I could theoretically hear it from bed.

It turns out that I can not only hear it from bed, I can hear it from bed while the train that woke me up is still passing through and the life companion is snoring. At almost exactly two AM. So that’s good to know. I would have been OK if that theory had never been confirmed, though.

And as I stumbled into my clothes and outside to the basement door, trying to avoid opening my eyes at all, I remembered Candace asking whether I really wanted a gadget that would read more...

So last night, we were sitting around with Karen, Lou, and Molly, and both Karen and Katherine said they heard an alarm beeping. I listened for a few seconds, and heard the distinctive “long, long, short short short” of my sump pump alarm. I swung into action! read more...

New pictures, mostly of Clara of course, are up in the Gallery. These include shots from my new camera phone. The picture quality isn’t great, but it sure is handy that I’ve always got it with me.

C: Want sumpin’a drink.
K: OK… here’s some water.
(hands her a green plastic cup)
C: Green cup. Deacon Darby! Deacon green cup; Darby blue cup.
K: Uh, yeah, it is the same kind of cup they used when they came over for dinner…
T: … two weeks ago?!

I don’t really blog. Why would anyone want to read it?

This is what Mommy and I were talking about this morning. Mom wrote it all down word for word, so I guess it’s probably true! (C = me, K = Mommy, for reasons I don’t really understand. I mean, how could “Mommy” start with the “kuh” sound?? I swear, I’m not even two, and I can already tell that English is a broken language.)

C: Clara’s napkin! Pick it up — a big one! (while picking up a cottage cheese curd)
(C notices K bring in a small notebook that C has been drawing in lately)
C: Clara’s book! I want it! That’s mine!
K: Oh, I’m sorry. Can I write in it?
C: That’s mine, that’s mine! read more...

Last night I dreamed that Buddy was taking a bath outside my window.

Here’s a little piano playing from this evening.