Yeah, it really is about the kids.

James was not  ready for bed tonight when bed-time came.  What else is new?  That's such a common occurrence that I often tell him as long as he's quiet and doesn't come out of his room except for the bathroom, he's welcome to take a book to bed with him and keep a dim light on. He always takes me up on the offer. Kind of like a gateway drug, I know, but I often saw 3am on school nights because I was caught up in a book, Christine was much the same, we could certainly be giving him worse habits, I think. He also absolutely adores his books.  Joe's Comics has started printing a title called "Disney-Pixar's Cars", which is as you would expect, but it's perfect for James.  He can read lots of the words, the stories are between one and four pages each and so far they're all set between and soon after Cars and Cars 2, so none of this  heavier  stuff to deal with yet that might turn him off.  The other thing we did was sign him up for a subscri

It's still just us guys and today I decided the plan would be go to SkyZone, grab some lunch, come home, have some dinner, watch a movie then watch the hockey game.  A laid-back late-winter Saturday. Oh, and in the gap between lunch and dinner?  Make chocolate-covered mini-doughnuts. That was a huge hit with the guys. Well, to be fair, SkyZone was also a huge hit if the crying, screaming and broken hearts on the way out were any indication, but honestly I'm amazed they had the energy left to protest since I caught both of them lying nearly motionless on trampolines by the end of their hours. Anyway, I picked up what is basically a waffle-iron mini-doughnut maker because I have some (possibly irrational) aversion to actually having a deep-fryer, no matter how badly I want one.  Today was the first trial of it, but I'd tried out the recipe for the chocolate covering earlier in the week on some chocolate chips we had left over that we probably won't use for anythin

... maybe I will take Juliette's dad up on that offer to have a talk next time I see him. And James, being a boy, didn't even mention this when I asked him about his day at school.  I didn't know about it until after everyone was in bed and I'd finished cleaning up after our pizza party watching Thomas & Friends: The Great Race (thanks for the pointer, Rob).