This Nobel thing is crazy! Stuart just talked to a reporter from Reuters while taking Gemma outside.

"Is this the home of Robert Shiller of Yale?"
Stuart: "Mebbe."

Sidheag! Erik!
As Poochie says, I mant, mant, mant:
1. perfectly fitting bras
2. perfectly fitting jeans
and the one I want the most:
3. a PERFECTLY fitting shoulder rest for my boy the violinist.

So seriously, how far are we from this technology no longer being cost prohibitive?

We are #2, sitting in a warmup room. I am listening to Natalie play scales. We won't find out for two weeks whether she made it in or not.

This is a girl who has had mono for two months and has dragged herself out of bed to play almost every day. I am so proud of her.

Didn't this happen with Lotte too ( Read more... )

It was a really, really good thing that we brought the kids to the funeral. (Thanks, Cheryl and Rhiannon!) Somehow word got out, and so in addition to the family, a few people from FIL's department were there, including some whom he hardly knew. It would have been very weird not to have had his grandchildren there ( Read more... )

You are a
Social Liberal
(76% permissive)

and an...
Economic Liberal
(16% permissive)

You are best described as a:

Socialist

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Eli continues his discovery of the world. It's amazing to see the light of intelligence and engagement in his eyes as he stares (at a rattle, a spoonful of pear, the little chair he sits in in his bath). And then he'll give you a beautiful smile when he catches your eye. (But not early today, when he stared and stared at me for whole minutes, no ( Read more... )

Eli continues his discovery of the world. There's a wonderful light of intelligence and curiosity in his eyes as he studies things, be they rattles, spoonfuls of pear, or his sisters' manic activities. And then he smiles when he catches my eye. (But not earlier today: He stared and stared and stared at me, so very seriously, whether or not I ( Read more... )

This morning, we went to a “fair” that was advertised in the local paper. Actually, it turned out to be a gas station whose proprietor had hired a pony and a band. Not kidding. As we approached, Nat said very quietly, almost under her breath, “I’m gonna ride a pony.” Now, Daddy and I have offered pony rides on multiple occasions, and each time ( Read more... )