We're still here. I'm getting over the crummy cold- the weekend was a near-total blur of sickness and exhaustion. My step-MiL is coming this morning, and staying till Wednesday. She's tough- I'm sure she'll survive immersion in our chaos.

I am becoming familiar with every detail of every kids' dvd we own, due to Thomas's early waking. Has anyone else read the Le Gin story, Paradises Lost? I always think of it when we're watching Wall-E (which we did this morning. It's a novella about a generation ship, about what might happen to the middle generations and the generation that makes landfall. None of them can handle uncontrolled wind, bright light- they've never experienced fire or walking on any surface harder than carpet. They've never been anywhere without walls.

I watch Wall-E (which is a very good movie) and think about how fast the spaceship inhabitants would die, about their psychological maladaption to survival outside the ship. This probably proves that I shouldn't watch kids' science fiction.

We also got Dumbo recently, and due to pregnancy hormones I cried when Dumbo got separated from his mother. Geoff says it isn't hormones- he would have cried, and he'd not pregnant. He says it's all part of becoming a parents, and being inducted into the Hallmark Suck Club. It destroys natural cynicism.

My kids are playing with playdough behind me. I probably don't want to turn around and look at the mess.


Oh, yes- because I was completely wrecked yesterday, I did the natural, logical thing- I baked seven loaves of bread. Five of challah, and two of chocolate chocolate ship dried cherry, which is nice and not too sweet. Geoff has asked me to please learn to use a kitchen in a way that doesn't leave a huge mess. When I have time and mental capacity, say, in four years.