The Butterfly Factory.

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.


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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.)

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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.

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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?