Poker went poorly for me last night - I wound up down $4 on the night, and was pretty card dead all night. Oh well, can’t win every time. When I got home, the kids were still up and bouncing off the walls. It was about midnight before everyone was in bed, and after that before everyone was asleep. Everyone was a little bit tired this morning apparently.

Erin’s mom and grandma are coming out next week for a visit. It’s been a while since we had anyone stay at our house, so it will be interesting to see how Julia deals with it. She’s really entertaining lately - from her facial expressions (anyone who’s seen them knows exactly what I’m talking about) to her dancing, to her pretending to be a dog (woof woof,) she’s a pretty happy little girl most of the time.

Meanwhile, William is quickly becoming the largest concentration of energy in North America. Picture the tazmanian devil after having a bunch of cappuccino, being chased by a rabid dog. Now play that mental movie at double speed. That’s William sometimes.

Simpson’s quote of the day: “Hmmmm. Look at his eyes. He’s trying to hypnotize me, but not in the good Las Vegas way.” - Homer