Oquirrh

And, just so you know, lightning hit the Moroni after we visited. Make of that what you will.

Newest

member of the family. Let's hope that the fighting over who gets which seat ends soon!

Lessons

1. Today, while driving to speech therapy Noah was happily parroting the German lessons. He can say 'uten ta!' (guten tag) with quite a bit of enthusiasm, however. . . once we entered speech therapy class not a sound would he utter.

2. Don't pack oregano in an international shipment unless you want your stuff stopped at customs. I always thought it was urban legend (or just a lame excuse from someone trying to ship illicit substances: 'it's just oregano, man! Medicinal-grade oregano!'. If dog's noses are so much more sensitive than ours why can't they smell the difference?

3. There's a port in Oakland which will ship our car! Yay!

I still do not know if our Wii will be allowed in Germany. No radio-controlled cars, wireless phones, etc, but is the Wii different enough to be allowed? I did learn that you shouldn't use a Wii remote within 9 inches of a pacemaker (!)

Philosophal dissonance

I don't even let the boys have toy guns, and yet watching this made me laugh. Holly proposes that we bring the noodle thingies to the reunion and have a grandkids vs grandpa melee. Just so long as it's properly documented for those not attending I vote 'Yay!'

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Sixth grade graduation, is, at best, a marginally entertaining time to celebrate with your child the end of her elementary career. At worst, it is long and full of hyperbole (how many 6th graders do you know who are: "going on toward a great and glorious future!" Yes, this is an actual quote from one of the speakers.) It's a good thing I was in the hall with a cranky No for most of the interminable retrospective slideshow or my sunny mood might have been damaged.

Having said that, I am proud of my girl, proud that she worked hard enough to earn high honor roll, and so very, very glad that she is mine. For a while, anyway.