New things to come?

Madeline could be an artist. Her art teacher in school loves her. She is always drawing at home and working on craft projects that she comes up with all on her own.

A few weeks ago, both girls put together a Card Company. "Let's make greeting cards!" They both were downstairs for an hour working on the cards, then I setup the foldout table at the end of the garage, the girls made a few large signs and started selling cards.

My favorite was a black and white card with the "Good luck . . ." on the front and when you opened up the card it said, " . . .with something." How perfect! It's a card for any occasion.



Madeline came down this morning with her new painter art program from the netbook and I think it looks great. She figured out all the buttons herself. I'm positive we will still have our conventional cards and projects, but I'm curious how much more of these things on the computer the girls will make.

Easter

Squirrels will eat plastic eggs when they are left out too long . . . just in case you didn't know.

This weekend the girls got their own Netbooks. Tiny, little things; there is no way I can type on one for very long. My fingers aren't that small, but the girls love them. I'm just nerd enough to get them hooked up on Ubuntu Linux for the distro, too. No XP, here. I figured these computersare still susceptible to extreme Spyware and virus attacks, despite the mitigations of OpenDNS, given the beginner status of the operators.

I spent the weekend setting up chat, mail, web browsers, wireless networking, transferring music, installing software, etc. It was fun.


I built the boy a sandbox. As I was driving home with 600 lbs. of sand I considered the following: Jack will grow up with a sandbox in his backyard and will want nothing to do with it. The girls will have grown up thus far without a sandbox at all in their backyard, and they will think it is the coolest thing in the world. and guess what? I was right.

Jack doesn't like to get his feet in the sand box. He'd rather stand outside, and flick the sand out of the box and on the ground. Meanwhile, the girls are having a blast burying themselves and playing with the toys

What kind of a world is this??