Yeah, it really is about the kids.

This one makes me a little sad in the "inevitability of time" sense of things.  It made me want to watch Interstellar again because for all of great science in it (and there is a LOT, and what isn't great stands up to considerable scrutiny ), I could tell from the trailers what it was really all about and the story is basically laid out for the audience very early on when Matthew McConaughey's character says "Once you're a parent, you're the ghost of your children's future." So, I picked James up the other day at school and he was not  thrilled to see me.  This is pretty normal, though.  If we pick him up before all of his closest friends are already gone, he flips out.  Usually groaning dramatically, sometimes hitting the floor with his fists, sometimes grunting in frustration, just generally carrying on and making us feel bad for being "too early". For the record, I have a pretty good idea where that comes from.  There's

We have a lot of stuff come home from school and daycare.  Every parent does, of course, and we save most of it.  A lot of it lands on the walls of my office at home and at work, occasionally getting rotated out for something new, but most of it is never seen by anyone except us and quickly finds its way into the totes where we're keeping the stuff.  That doesn't feel like the right thing to do with these pieces of art.  Particularly since most of them, as the title suggests, are pretty delicate and if they're particularly attractive to the boys, they don't last long. So I think I'm going to start taking photos of some of them, get the stories associated with them when they come home, and post them here.  I wish I'd done that with James' robot he made last year.  It's still downstairs by the bar, but I'm sure I've forgotten a lot of what he's told me about it.  Part 2 might have it and whatever I can recall about it. Part one, though.