Yeah, it really is about the kids.

This past weekend we were at the War Amps CHAMPS Seminar here in Ottawa.  James is still young enough that both Christine and I can attend, so her mom came to stay with us for the weekend and look after Daniel while we were at the seminar.  I was staying at the hotel with James and Christine would return home in the evening to help out (though mostly Daniel was asleep by the time she got home, I guess). Anyway, on Saturday I got this message filling me in on the day's activities with Mamoo and Daniel: It doesn't get much better than hearing that I'm Daniel's best friend. More on the weekend later. Unrelated to the above, yesterday was James' first trip to the school library.  So last night he came home for the first time with a book he picked out completely on his own .  I know, it's probably not a big deal, but it's a big deal to me.  Every one of these little steps of growing up are the reason I'm wanting to write this stuff down. An

There's a number of posts I have half composed that I'll put up later on, mostly about James at school.  Mainly the reason why I haven't shared these already is that I haven't been able to complete and post them from my phone, where it is most convenient to write one of these up.  The Blogger app is an unutterably loathsome piece of software for which I think it would be reasonable to ask the lead developer to be locked in a pillory in the town square.  It will crash 100% of the time when I attempt to publish a post.  And, of course, the "send report" button appears to be connected here: Enough of that for now. The summer is rapidly drawing to a close and after a few hair-cuts using my clippers, it's finally time to start growing my hair out again.  Also, for the last week or so I've really been noticing James' hair getting out of control and him scratching it more.  So it's definitely time to try heading over to our local hair stylist.