Guns and Puppets

So much to blog about - have been lame-0 with posting lately - I think when I was in Cambridge, my "audience" was mostly folks back in the Bay Area, and now that I'm home I'm not sure who I'm writing "for" - though, ultimately, I was writing for myself, using the blog/journal as a catharsis. But given all of the intensity the last few weeks of this major transition, I'm not sure why I haven't been posting - I think partially it's that I rarely have time to use the computer - and when I can grab a few minutes during naptime, I have a long list of "to-do's" that eat up my time - and, of course, I get sucked into replying to e-mail. And night-time, when I used to study last year, it just feels so good not to do any "work" - though lately, that has meant way too much netflix and illegally downloaded tv shows - after just finishing the sopranoes, we started watching heros (why did we give dan quayle such a hard time with his spelling - I didn't know how to pluralize those words!)



Random Liam comments:

-"Look, mommy, I have a gun and a puppet."

-After I explained Father's Day to Liam last month: "I want to make a gun for Daddy"

-"I have a farmer puppet. He's shooting the cow, but, mom, don't worry, he's not shooting the mamma cow, only the baby cow."