Last week we took the Goob to a nature preserve where they had a butterfly garden. There were chrysalis everywhere you looked, so the Goob started calling it the butterfly factory. 'Cause that's where butterflies are made. Makes a lot of sense in a four-year-old kind of way.
We saw lots of butterflies, of course.
And the biggest honkin' caterpillar I've ever seen in my entire freakin' life.
For those of you wanting to know where I am, here's a hint:
(Seriously, if you want to know, e-mail me. I just don't want to blast it around the internet.)
Lately, the Goober's been doing this:
That's her new books for her Tag Reader System. Her favorite is Kung Fu Panda, and I like it because it's got lots of sound-out-words games.
And here's the yarn I finished last week.
If everyone would give me five seconds to myself these days, I'd have more to show for it. It was easier when I was under the weather; I got to stay home and actually accomplished stuff. Now I feel better and it's off to the library or YMCA or grocery store every time I turn around.
PS: looks like we got the internet fixed. Knock on wood. If I can find any in this information age. Knock on silicon?