Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Dear Internet,

I've been avoiding you. This situation is not unlike the time I had a penpal in the fourth grade. Somehow I got hooked into one of those postcard pyramid schemes that involved sending out short missives to the name at the top of the list and then saddling your friends with the same responsibility. I became penpals with one of the postcard senders or sendees, I can't remember which, and it lasted a really long time. Probably at least two letters. Then I procrastinated writing back and as the time got longer and longer and the "write-about-able" events piled up ever more ominously, I just never was able to make myself do it. Poor Jeremy in Utah probably still thinks about me and cries, wondering what he ever said that made me not write back. At least, I think his name was Jeremy.

To recap the past month. I survived my trip to Minnesota and North Dakota, but just barely. A week and a half later my grandmother passed away and I flew back to Minnesota with Amelia to go to her funeral. Meanwhile, Fiona started kindergarten. She's loving it and tells me repeatedly that her favorite subject at school is lunch. She also informed me yesterday that she and her friends are going to be in a rock band when they get older. "Dee is going to be the singer and I'm going to be the drummer and Luke is going to be in the show in a monster truck." Awesome.

Amelia caught a cold from either the kindergarten germs brought home by her sister or from the airplane. She's sleeping even worse than ever due to the copious amounts of snot streaming from her nose. On the bright side, it's been nice to hear all her new words she's coming up with, it just would be even nicer if it weren't at 3:00 am. A scene from our bedroom last night:

As Andre tries to pretend he's asleep, Tavia tries to wrestle Amelia into submission.
Amelia: Dada! Ball! Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Shasta! Pants quietly like Shasta the dog.
Tavia: Amelia, put your head down and go night night.
Amelia: Night night! Night Night! Uh oh! Uh oh! Ball!
Andre: Fakes snoring
Amelia: Meow! Uh oh! Ball!
A train whistles in the distance
Amelia: Choo choo! Choo choo! Choo Choo! Uh oh! Uh oh! Uh oh! Choo Choo!
Andre: Fake snoring stops. I didn't know she knew choo choo!

That's all I've got.