I am right now listening to Andy read Kate a Berenstain Bears book, Berenstain Bears Go to School. This is the third time today she has requested this book. Andy keeps throwing in comments, after reading lines about being in kindergarten and building with blocks and clay, "Do you build with blocks and clay? It's almost like you're in kindergarten!" What is perhaps amusing is that Kate's entire perception of "school" is built mainly of Berenstain Bear and Arthur books. When my kids were a little younger they were watching a SpongeBob episode in which SpongeBob goes to boat school, and in the middle of it, Garrett suddenly began laughing hysterically. "They're sitting in high chairs!!!!"

I'd never noticed that those old-fashioned school desks look like high chairs. Also, I thought that kids were just born knowing what school desks were. Guess not.

Anyway: the Thanksgiving run-down. Spent two weeks (give or take) in Tennessee at my mom and dad's, where we managed to break a $400 door in addition to the more run-of-the-mill destruction wreaked by three kids confined to a not entirely child-friendly house. (Mostly my parents' house is not child-friendly because there are too many hot rod parts lying around, not because there are rooms not for sitting. In spite of the $400 door.) Anyway, we picked up some good fossils, watched a lot of Prehistoric Planet, and went to Wal-Mart. Which is the highlight of any trip to Winchester, population 5000. Garrett spent most of the time pretending to be a dinosaur. I have to say that he's perfected a large array of dinosaur noises to the point where it's a little eerie, and I think I could use some ear plugs. Usually he's Deinonychus, but yesterday he was Kentrosaurus, swinging his tail spikes at uppity meat-eaters and making a rather interesting hooting sound.

Time to bed the dinos down now, but it's good to be home. And hi to Snagy and K; it does get a little lonely out here in the hinterlands of mommyhood sometimes, and it's always nice to hear from the peops ;-)