The usual

Hi. It's been the usual up here. Had a pretty productive weekend. We went all around Anchorage researching things. Found another good buffet--a Chinese/Thai/pan-Asian buffet. Some people scoff at buffets, but since we've had kiddos, I hate to go to non-buffets, because whatever we order the toddler will be the exact thing she didn't want. Pizza? "Oh, but I wanted a cheeseburger." Cheeseburger? "I wanted chicken strips..."

We all got a lot done this weekend. Alan and Meggie washed the cars. Alan changed the oil in both cars. We did tons of laundry. I balanced the budget. Meggie and Alan tidied up her room. Laurel... she crawled around, danced and clapped her hands. Very productive.

Photologue

Meggie shows me how a giant would have to crawl to get through our doorway.

m*: Hey, I have to ask you a question.
h: What's that?
m*: How would a giant get into our house?
h: I think he would be too big to get into our house.

m*: Could he fit into the door?
h: I don't think so. Not unless he scrunched down really, really small.
m*: Like this? (low-crawling on the kitchen floor)
h: Well, maybe. But I still think he'd be too big.
m*: Big people like giants can't come into our house, right? They can't fit in the door. Only small people and small animals, like pets, can come into our house, right?
h: What kind of pets?
m*: Pets are small animals. Like dogs. And cats. And fishes. But not penguins.
h: Why not penguins?
m*: OK, maybe only the small kind of penguins.

Laurel eats very well. We don't know why she's such a lightweight. Here she polishes off chicken, cheese and broccoli.

A weekday morning riot ensued when Meggie got a cup but Laurel got a bottle. So here they are with their matching cups. Both happy now.

Coming back from a Sunday walk.

Picking raspberries in front of the house.