3 Things: Science and Oboes

 

The warm weather is back, and feeling slightly reminiscent of Charleston with this ridiculous humidity. The kids beg to go out and play and then rush back in before five minutes has passed because it's so gross outside. We've been spending a lot of time in the library instead, and I'm sure the librarian is just thrilled we're there so much. Anyway, here are some things we've been watching and reading this week:

Reading:    

 

 The Elements by Theodore Gray.  A fellow mom recommended this to me because her son also eats, sleeps and breathes science and it did not disappoint. This book covers the known elements, breaks down how the periodic table works, and has photographs of almost every element which is AMAZING. The text is very witty and not at all dry, so Aiden loves it and even I find it to be really interesting.

Watching: 

Bill Nye is on Netflix!!!! Yes, that deserved four exclamation points. We let Aiden watch it this weekend and, to no one's surprise, he loooved it. A match made in heaven. Or a science lab. Last night he informed me that the earth doesn't move in a circle but in an ellipse, and travels faster as it moves past the sun. On Monday Rory started shoving the table at breakfast and Aiden said "That feels like the tectonic plates rubbing against each other!" Thank you Bill Nye. Science rules.  

 

Sean and I watched the entire series of Grace and Frankie on Netflix. After watching the pilot I wasn't really interested but we watched the second episode and it was much better. It's about two women who learn that their husbands, who are business partners, have fallen in love and are leaving their forty year marriages for each other.  It has an amazing cast: Lily Tomlin, Jane Fonda, Martin Sheen and Sam Waterstone.  It's a surprisingly funny and very honest look at how these two women navigate being single in their seventies and how the two men handle coming out as gay men. Heavy subject matter done brilliantly.

 

Listening: 

I've been listening to a lot of classical music this week. I tend to have it on in the background when I'm driving or making dinner since it's the only music that Rory likes. After months of listening to it on and off I still know very little about it or the composers but I'm feeling like I need to read about it now. 

Here's a lovely oboe concerto for you:

Look at that sassy oboe playing. Reminds me of Ron Burgundy and his jazz flute. Go get it Oboe Man.

3 Things: Too Much British Fiction Edition

Have I mentioned how insane May has been? There are at least six birthdays that I can think of off the top of my head, plus the school crams in multiple events per week, we've had several doctors and dentist appointments and all the regularly scheduled programming. Yet, I'm feeling weirdly energized by it all. I can't tell if I've just got my stuff together or if I'm about to crash and burn any day now. I think maybe having the end of school in sight is helping me sprint to the finish. That and the gallons of coffee. Anyway, here are some things we've been enjoying this week.

Reading:

The American Heiress by Daisy Goodwin. Apparently I've been on a British fiction kick. This is very Downton-esque except everyone is less likable. The book starts strong: it's the late 1800's and Cora Cash is fabulously wealthy and about to go abroad to look for a titled husband. The story is well written and follows several different characters, both rich and poor, which gives a more complete picture but, as I mentioned before, many of these characters have pretty horrible motives. I really wanted to like the story, and it was a compelling read, just a little depressing. Maybe this is a sign I need to break out of this British fiction rut.

Watching:  

 

We've been watching Daredevil on Netflix. We're only three episodes in so I can't make a judgement on it yet, but I'm having trouble really getting into it. I've realized that while I love the Marvel movies (who doesn't at this point) I'm not sure I want to watch an entire season of it. I think it's going to pick up and get good but it's pretty gory and the main character isn't really all that likeable. Must keep reminding myself it's a comic book, stop trying to make it make sense.


Another thing I saw this week was the music video to Ed Sheeran's new song Photograph. The song is good, I love Ed Sheeran, but I'm putting it in the "watching" category because the video makes me cry. It's home movies of him growing up to become a world famous singer but oh man...all the feels. Little boys become men. Sigh.




Listening:

Arkells - Leather Jacket. I don't know why I like this song so much. It's like it's wormed it's way into my brain because I can't stop singing the chorus. I didn't think much of it at first but by now both Sean and I keep humming it.

3 Things: Utter Nonsense Edition

I fully admit that I am a news addict. I am constantly checking the New York Times and we have NPR on the radio every morning (that sounds weird. Are we the only people who still listen to the radio? From actual radio waves and not on the internet? Maybe yes?). Anyway, today is one of those days where I feel like it's just leaping from one tragedy to the next and, not to minimize these events, I could really use a distraction. If you too could use a distraction then come with me and I will take you down a rabbit hole of inane things that have kept us entertained this week.

Reading:
InStyle. Oh, this is pretty embarrassing. I'm an avid reader, sometimes one book at a time and sometimes five at a go, but I am always reading something. Except this week apparently! In my defense, I have a huge stack of books on my nightstand that I intend to tackle rightquick. However, Sean is about to have his work hours ramp up so I'm trying to save some stuff for the nights and evenings when he's gone.
In the meantime I've been reading InStyle. I received a free subscription (because I'm not spending our own dollars on it) and I think it might be tied with Vogue for my favorite fashion magazine. If Vogue is a Picasso then InStyle would be an in-depth guide to cubism. Vogue shows you the fashion and InStyle explains how to actually wear it. The photography and styling in Vogue is not to be beat, but I like that InStyle doesn't try to be anything other than a fashion rag. I would go to a far more legitimate source for news and I appreciate that they get this and stick to explaining how to make marsala lipstick work instead.
Okay,  I promise I'll have a real book next time.


Watching:

 Drunk History. We (accidentally) renewed our Amazon Prime account. I was considering cancelling it because it went from $79 to $99 and I really only use it for the free shipping at Christmas. I..uh...forgot to cancel it and it renewed and I was a little angry until I realized that I now have access to Prime Music, which has an amazing library of music you can stream on your phone, and Prime movies and shows. It's not as easy to use as Netflix but it's got a solid selection of shows, and this is how we stumbled across Drunk History (which is normally on Comedy Central but we're weird cord cutters who don't do cable).
It is literally drunk people recounting historical events. Sean doesn't find it nearly as funny as I do but I love it.  It's chock full of famous people acting out the historical scenes and it has me laughing/crying every time. I will say that there is salty language and occasional vomiting, and yet, none of that bothers me in the least.
Not on television, but in the same vein (minus the vomiting) is The Adventure of George  Washington. These are just historical paintings that people have captioned but, again, SO FUNNY. Unless you're Sean who doesn't get it.

Listening:
 "Go Go Go" by Panic is Perfect. For the past week Sean has been going on about this amazing new song that starts off in French but switches to English and is AMAZING and FANTASTIC and [insert superlative here]. I finally figured out what song he was talking about and it is in fact pretty awesome. The only caveat, to me at least, is that the lyrics are kind of meh. Sean likes another band called Phoenix, and they are French but sing in English and their songs are also gibberish. It drives me crazy when you're bopping your head want to sing along but IT DOESN'T MAKE ANY SENSE. Panic is Perfect is apparently from San Fransisco so they have no excuse. I like musicians to use their grown up words and tell me exactly what's going on. Did you break up? Are you happy? What is going on here?! Anyway, I can get past the nonsensical lyrics and enjoy the music, which Sean tells me is really the point of music.

3 Things: Mental Vacation Edition

The weather is still unseasonably warm over here and it feels like vacation is just around the corner when in reality Aiden has over a month left of school. That's just....inconvenient.  He has testing for most of the week and a field trip smack in the middle, with various other activities and projects happening also. With everything going on right now it's not a great time to mentally check out so I'm really trying to keep my game face on...but I'll be honest, it's hard. I mean, come on, it was even Cinco de Mayo this week! I call for everyone to put down the number 2 pencils and pick up tacos. And maybe a margarita. 

                         
               
                                                       My brain the past five days

Here's what we've been into this week.

Reading:

I'm finishing up The Distant Hours by Kate Morton. I started reading this book, I kid you not, three year ago. Yeah. It creeped me out so bad that I had to hide it behind all the other books on my night stand. It's not even what I'd consider a typical horror book, no guns or knives or anything of that nature. Just a creepy tale of a mysterious old castle and the odd elderly sisters who live there. I am a really huge chicken so you may not find this as goose bump inducing as I did but it's still quite good.

Watching: 
 We've been watching this clip from Last Week Tonight all about standardized testing. When Common Core was first introduced, and everyone was losing their heads over it, I kept reading about the overarching goals of the program and it seemed like a good idea. I get the whole concept. Now that I have a child in school I also see how monumentally awful the implementation has been. There is frustration and confusion all around. Students hate it, teachers hate it and I am certainly not a big fan. I still think we need to hold students to a higher standard if we want to compete globally, but that means the objectives need to be clear and there needs to be a clear cut way to achieve them. That's the part that's lacking. We can tell students they're not measuring up but how do we help them move ahead? Anyway, John Oliver manages to make the whole thing a little more entertaining: John Oliver on Standardized tests.

Listening: 
My best friend texted me a song by Brandon Flowers and it was really good. Brandon Flowers is the lead singer from The Killers, and Sean and I love The Killers. We listened to them a lot when we were first dating and their album Sam's Town was on repeat while I was pregnant with Aiden. I went going back and was listening to some of their music when I came across a whole slew of songs I'd never heard. I realize they were released in 2012 and, well, that whole year is a blur so that may be why I don't remember them. I really liked "Shot At The Night" so here that is:
 

3 Things: The Awful Movies Edition

Today has been such a strange day. The weather is amazing, the sun shining, and I had big plans to tackle a bunch of errands and take the kids to the park. Audrey woke up so early this morning that the kids ending up being dressed, fed and out the door before the anything was actually open. It kind of threw me off as we ended up having to wait around for twenty minutes for the library to open (they keep telling me we didn't return a book and now owe four sheep, two goats and our first born in late fees. Lies I tell you! It was returned). We ran to the grocery store and a few other places and then hit the park. Audrey, my normally happy go lucky child, temporarily lost her mind and was a scream-y nightmare. Yikes. We went home and when I got to the driveway there were three cars parked and a bunch of women standing around waiting for me to get the meeting started. Wrong house ladies.

Anyway, weird day that hasn't gone as planned.  Let's move on to some other things that we've been up to:

Audrey is not having any of it. None.

Reading:  The Fruit Gardener's Bible. 

 

I bought this for Sean for Christmas because in late Fall he started talking about how he wanted to grow some fruit trees and shrubs. I got this on a total whim, because he is impossible to shop for and all-knowing Amazon suggested it. Well it was a huge hit and he reads this every night to check and recheck that he's planting/pruning/dedicating his life to these trees in all the correct ways. Have I mentioned we're growing fruit trees? Like, a lot of them? 

Watching:  Okay, go ahead and grab a snack before you settle in because I have MANY FEELINGS on the two movies we watched this week and it is my obligation to share them with you so that you don't make the same mistakes. Cue PSA. 

 

We watched Woody Allen's "Magic in the Moonlight"  at my insistence I'm afraid to say. I saw "Midnight in Paris" and I really enjoyed it and thought that this would be in the same vein. It stars Colin Firth (World's Most Charming Actor) and Emma Stone (World's Most Charming Actress).  It's set in 1928 in France (the costumes! the cars! the scenery!). He plays a curmudgeonly illusionist and she's a sassy medium who he is trying to disprove. Everything about this should work. And yet.....no. He comes off as supremely unlikable, she's wishy washy, and they look like father and daughter. There is no chemistry whatsoever and the whole thing was just a mess. 

Don't even get me started on his stage persona "Wei Ling Soo". Oh yeah, his stage character is a stereotypical Chinese "mystic" complete with heavy eye makeup and a stick-on Fu Manchu. Who on God's green earth decided it was a good idea to put Colin Firth, one of the whitest men alive, in such a horribly racist costume? Why did he go along with it? I realize it was set in 1928 but it was filmed and shown in modern day. It was so off-putting and distracted from the whole film. Why couldn't he have just worn a mask or something if they needed to hide his identity? Why the overtly racist getup? So many questions, zero good answers. Beyond awful.  

The other movie was "Exodus: Gods and Kings". It was a remake of "The 10 Commandments" and you should just see the original. There was nothing special or unique about the remake. Seriously miscast in my opinion, I mean, Sigourney Weaver as Ramses mother? Say what? It was like she'd just gotten off a plane from Minneapolis and someone yelled "Action!". Through the whole thing I kept suggesting that we just go watch the original but Sean felt like we had committed already so we stuck it out, much to my displeasure. 

Clearly, I need better guidance in picking movies. 

Listening: "Woman Woman" by AWOLNATION. I like a handful of songs by this band but a lot of their music is a little too hard rock or electronic for my taste. I know, I have sensitive lady ears. However, this song is one I have been loving lately. The rest of the album is kind of meh, but "Woman Woman" makes me feel like I need to strut around and maybe flip my hair seductively. Rest assured, I won't actually do that, because I know you were worried. At least I won't do it when other people are around, I won't make promises for when the kids are napping and I'm alone.

3 Things: Serious and Silly Edition

Hey! Hi there. Hello. It's Wednesday, so here are some things that we are reading, watching and listening to. I hope you can move past the preposition just chilling on the end of that sentence along with any other egregious grammar mishaps I make.


Reading:

 

Snobs by Julian Fellowes.  I have been reading this one on and off because I am easily distracted, but I've really enjoyed it. It's a novel about a woman who marries into a titled family, and despite feeling like she's above the snobbery, gets sucked into the drama that comes with being in the 1% (and making questionable romantic decisions). The narrator is her friend, an actor, who manages to have one foot in privileged society and one foot in the middle class ( ala Nick Carraway).  The commentary, as is typical with Fellowes work, is absolutely spot on. At times it's both amusing and uncomfortable. I truly enjoy his writing, which includes Gosford Park, The Tourist and Downton Abbey just to name a few. I will fully admit that I roll my eyes over what seems like petty nonsense of painfully rich people but I would absolutely have a glass of Pimms with the Duke and Duchess in the garden if they ever called. Julian Fellowes understands this paradox and skewers the uppercrust while still giving us a satisfyingly thorough look at the luxury they enjoy.

Also reading this article from The Guardian. I already shared this on Facebook, and I know it's not meant to be funny but FATBERG. How many times can you read that without laughing? I kept laughing about it all night. Now you know all about my sophomoric sense of humor. Fatberg Wrecks Sewer.  I apologize to the people of Chelsea.


Watching:

House Hunters International. Sean and I love the idea of buying a home in a new country. We love this one and all but we also love a good adventure. It's so fun to live vicariously through other people's journeys. Plus, it affirms our bond every time we agree on which house is best. Always go for the cheaper one slightly out of city center so you can spend your extra money on paella or croissants.

Also watching this.  Aiden came home from school the other day and wanted to show me the "dynamite" cheer they learned at school. I jumped up from the table and joined him because I KNOW THIS ONE! We're dynamite, we're out of sight, we're tick tick tick tick BOOM dynamite! We were awesome and if we were cheering for your team they would've won by 500 points easily. Of course Sean was standing there just shaking his head at our nonsense and I realized we looked exactly like the Spartan Cheerleaders. Just call us Craig and Arriana.

Listening:

"Rollercoaster" by Bleachers. The lead singer Jack Antonoff co-wrote and co-produced a chunk of Taylor Swift's 1989 album (which is a favorite in our house) so it's no surprise that I really like their new (first?) album called Strange Desire. They're a mix of rock and pop combined with this 80's vibe, and that right there is everything I like in a song.



That was supposed to be three things and I think it's more like five. False Advertising! I hope you all have an enjoyable Wednesday and please watch out for fatbergs. 

3 Things: What We're Watching/ Reading/ Listening To

Today has been one of those days where I wanted a do-over by about 9am.  Normally I am well aware of how trying toddlers can be, and I have reasonable expectations about  their behavior and how much I can realistically get done but no, not today.  So much whining, and clinging and just generally being contrary little humans all while I tried to pack way too much into the morning. I love them to bits but I am quite glad they are both sleeping soundly right now.

So instead of focusing on that, here's what we've been enjoying in our downtime:

Watching: Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries. I put this show onto our list (or queue, or whatever they call it now) but we never got around to watching until recently. We picked it on a whim and it was best decision. I love everything about it from the fact that she's a strong, independent female lead to the gorgeous costumes to the fact that it's funny and clever and thrilling in one package. Highly recommend.

Reading:  We're just finishing up Inferno by Dan Brown.  We always wait for the illustrated edition because we're not cultured enough to recall all the locations and works of art he mentions off the top of our heads (and we've never heard of half of them either....so there's that too). It's typical Dan Brown: death/art/high speed chase etc. It's good, but not my favorite, and there are some annoying side characters that just distract from the plot. Also, it's about the potential for a deadly pandemic which is one of my biggest fears. Pandemics and bio-terrorism = nightmares for days.

We are reading The Book of Basic Machines: The U.S. Navy Training Manual to Aiden.  He just finished a unit on simple machines in school and loved it (son of a mechanical engineer so no surprise there). This book covers basic physics and mechanics and has lots of examples of real machines. I realize it seems bizarre to be reading a Navy training manual on physics to a seven year old but he loves it and it's surprisingly easy to understand.

Listening: "Lifted Up (1985)" by Passion Pit. Sean has been playing/humming/singing/tapping this song for two weeks now. It's really catchy, happy and downright hopeful, not to mention it reminds me of my brother who was born in 1985. I agree with the chorus, it was a good year. Although, wow, this video has a seizure warning on it and it's definitely a little flashy.




Tonight I think I'll forget about making that healthy chicken dish and we can do pizza instead.  Maybe we'll have a Passion Pit dance party in the kitchen, even toddlers love to dance.

A Day in The Life

I know you're probably not curious how a typical day around here looks, but don't worry, I'm going to go ahead and tell you anyway. Okay, it's really just for me to record how crazy our days are right now and to remember in the future exactly how we managed to do it all. 

The Cast:
Sean: the dad
June: the mom
Aiden: 7
Rory: 2.5
Audrey: 14 months 
Bo:the dog

6:15 am:  My alarm goes off. Today will be a good day. Today I will be my best self.

6:30 am: I'm still laying in bed reading emails, checking Instagram and the New York Times app. Audrey starts fussing and I gently nudge Sean awake with my foot and he goes in to comfort her and lay her back down. Okay...today I will be at least a good version of myself. A halfway decent version.

6:40 am: I wash  my face, put on sunscreen and gather up Aiden's toothbrush and comb. I head downstairs (quietly, for the love of Pete the babies are sleeping) and make Aiden's breakfast and pack his lunch before dragging him out of bed (quietly though. Do not wake up those babies OR ELSE).

6:50-7:20 am: Imagine me saying "Please get dressed," "Please finish your breakfast", "Please put your coat on" about 5,000 times. Finally he's made it onto the bus. Whew. I take four sips of hot coffee and never get the chance to finish because-

7:30 am: Apparently Audrey never quite made it back to sleep earlier and now she is VERY PEEVED. So much for all my shushing and tiptoeing. I put on makeup and attempt to straighten my hair a little too quickly and burn my ear. Dammit. I bet that never happens to Beyonce.

7:40 am: Chaos Ensues: Sean jumps up to help me, Rory is up and mostly dressed, Audrey is up, Rory is slamming doors just...because, Audrey can't decide who should get her dressed and is very vocal about her indecision, Bo is permanently underfoot.

This picture is the very essence of Rory

8am: Rory wants cheerios, eggs, bananas, yogurt, grapes, crackers, cheese, applesauce and m&m's for breakfast. Audrey wants none of these. Sean speed drinks his coffee and gets out the door.

9am: Everyone is done with breakfast and more or less cleaned up. Time to run to the bank and Target.

9:10: Chaos Ensues, Part 2: Coats are on. Coats are off. Shoes are on. One shoe is on. One shoe is now in the washing machine. My purse is now upside down, goodbye forever pens and lipgloss, enjoy your new life under the washer. COATS ARE ON GO GO GO. Audrey doesn't need shoes anyway.

9:20: I have pulled up too far away from the bank window and am hanging out the driver's side of my SUV looking both intelligent and classy. Short arms are no joke. I am sorry bank teller lady, just crumple up the receipt and throw it at me please.

9:30: We're at Target. Audrey is looking like a sweet little doll riding in the cart. Rory wants to ride in the back. No he wants to walk. No he wants me to carry him. No Rory, YOU WALK. I power shop, forgetting items left and right, while Rory sort of drags himself along while holding my arm. Note to self: find a chiropractor.

9:50: Rory is looking like a sweet doll standing angelically next to me as I checkout. Audrey  looks like a gremlin as she tells the local population how very done with shopping she is. Don't worry Audrey, everyone within 50 feet now feels very done with shopping.

10-11am: They play while I unload the groceries, dust and pay some bills online. Rory insists on changing his shirt because he found one with a submarine. Then he changes back because this one also has a scratchy tag. I join in and play. Play = everyone try and sit on mom/make mom carry you. So fun. Much exercise. Am hoping this is all somehow educational, try repeating colors with Rory and doing our alphabet, he just stares at me. Okay.

 

 

11: Both Audrey and Rory are done and want lunch. Right. Now. Still have not mastered the ability to magically make food appear so I run around the kitchen preparing fruit, cheese, sandwiches and milk while they take turns whining. So much cooperation and teamwork when it comes to harassing their mother.

  

12: Nap time. The angels descend from heaven sounding trumpets and singing praise as I put Audrey and then Rory down for a nap. I eat some leftover salad (salad = something containing a lot of dressing and strips of tortilla and at least four pieces of kale) and drink some green tea with lemon. Green tea is good for you and I'm hoping it will magically make me calm, collected, healthy,  focused, bulletproof and all knowing. I read on the internet tat it can do these things.

 

Nap time!

12:30-2:30: I should exercise. No, never going to happen today, but my gosh that was funny. Self, you and your jokes. I finish cleaning up the kitchen, dust and clean the bathroom and spend a half hour reading various blogs before I remember that a) Aiden will be home any minute. b) I was supposed to make a vet appointment and call the pediatrician. Magic green tea isn't working at all.

2:30-3:30: Greet my biggest as he gets off the bus. School was totally whatever and he doesn't remember anything he did all day. He obviously needs some green tea too. We chat about recess, he snacks on his leftover grapes from lunch and he does his spelling and Spanish homework (does homework = much cajoling, gentle encouraging, heavy sighing and high-fiving from me as he works through it). During this time I'm about 88% certain Rory is up, but he's happy upstairs in bed so I leave him for now.

 

3:30-4:30: Everyone is awake and I have greatly overestimated my own abilities and decided to take the kids to the park before dinner. Audrey wants to somehow be both in and out of the stroller, in my arms and on the play equipment all at the same time. Trying to explain physics to her. Have totally lost track of the two boys, oh wait, there they are. Good gosh they are amazing when they play together.

  

Dude bros at the park

5pm: We are back home and Sean is too. I am regretting the park already as everyone is very wound up and dinner is running late. Have seriously got to learn to make food magically appear. Eat ziti and salad at lightening speed so that I can get Aiden to Spanish class. Suffer major heartburn, everything tastes like Italian sausage and regret.

 Confused face. Why so many pictures, wife? No paparazzi please.

5:20: Out the door and dropping Aiden at Spanish class while Sean stays home with the babies (he probably manages to clean most of the kitchen, wrestle with the kids and play them a sonata on the piano during this time because he is a superhero. Not even joking about the piano part. Dude is handsome and accomplished). I enjoy the Spanish teacher's lovely living room and make awkward conversation with fellow parent.

6:30: On our way home from Spanish. Aiden tells me about Papa (daddy) versus papa (potato) and he cracks himself up calling Sean a potato in Spanish. I love this kid so much.

7pm: Chaos Ensues, Part 3: We run around getting out pajamas, finding towels and filling humidifiers. Sean gets the boys bathed while I change and rock Audrey and put her down to sleep. The boys both take a sweet forever to get changed and brush teeth, and then they're wrestling, someone is touching someone else's books, where is Rory? EVERYONE TO YOUR ROOMS.

8: Sean has read Rory 672 books about trains, I smooch Rory goodnight, and his lights are out. Aiden has read me book about snakes, I read him some poems, much smooching and hugging and the lights are out.

8:05: I do the obligatory face plant onto our bed. Sean prefers a sort of side hop onto the bed. We lay there for three whole minutes before I go shower/we clean the rest of the kitchen/make Aiden's lunch for tomorrow/he takes out the garbage.

9m: We watch some Miss Fisher's Murder Mysteries and discuss how sassy and amazing she is. We like to yell at her when she is in danger, why does she always go towards the creepy, mysterious noises? We obviously need to tone down the crazy.

10pm: We decide we'd better head to bed. This involves me flossing, getting distracted by a magazine, brushing my teeth, looking for my favorite bracelet, taking my coffee mug from this morning back downstairs, watching aYoutube video on gardening with Sean. Very important stuff, obviously worth an hour of my time. Yikes.

11pm: Forgo reading because it's quite late. Really must go to sleep. End up discussing the drought out west, whether Vladimir Putin is genius/insane or both, watch a Youtube video of him singing "Blueberry Hill", reserve judgement on him for now, discuss which Avenger each of our kids would be (Captain America, Thor, Black Widow obvi).  No seriously we need to go to sleep. Just one more kiss.

End

*Sean normally works way longer days than this, so this was a treat to have him leave so late and be home so early. Not typical at all.
*I am exhausted just rereading this. Time for coffee.

'Lost' Secrets Revealed!

Aiden is of the opinion that the polar bears were brought to the Island to do agricultural grunt work. I don't know, but he could be on to something.