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??