Logan asked me this morning if God was the only person around when dinosaurs were alive. (What?) He went to a children’s church service last night and I guess that got him thinking. I said that God lives in the heavens (trying to keep it to short, declarative sentences at this point).

“But Mommy, don’t the heavens go up and up and up?”

“They sure do.”

“Well, then how can he come here?”

“Well, sweetie, people go up to heaven when they die to be with him.”

“Well then how do they get up there? Does he reach down with his arms?”

“Hmmmm?” (I am really feeling too sick with a cold to go here.)

[Long, thoughtful pause] “Maybe he has a bridge. That’s how Tarzan got up into the trees, so I bet that’s how God does it.”

I thought I’d recruit my husband into adding to this blog so that more would get recorded. So Gil, if you’re out there, get cracking!

I was standing in line at the deli today, and overheard a woman talking about her native NY and the attitude most folks assume she’d have. She commented that she was hugely pregnant, and so there was no room for attitude. What?!? I must have startled her, because I wheeled around and said, “Of COURSE there is! Trust me, I have three children and there was plenty to go around each time!” There was a momentary pause, and then people started making sandwiches and rustling paper bags again.

I exchanged email with a colleague today about work, which of course rapidly devolved into a rapid-fire exchange of news, and eventually, photos, of our respective children. Even another woman who has grown children got into the act, and by the end, there were something like 17 exchanges with only two of them having to do with the foundation survey, which was the original point of business.

That pretty much describes how exchanges go at home, too. Gil and I discuss each family issue any number of times, with absolutley no resolution at the end. About 3 minutes into anything, the kids start crawling up our backs and balancing on our shoulders, or dancing on chairs, or they just start singing at the top of their lungs. You can’t push a thought through to its conclusion to save your life. Mom got the best bid for attention yesterday, though. She sat down at our computer to book a hotel room—the first time ever, by the way, she has ever touched it in the 6 months she’s been helping out—and had to get up six minutes later when she heard Logan shouting for her. Dylan had gone outside to the front yard and come back in, just to test her. The dog was wandering down the sidewalk, and Dylan was walking around the living room, humming to himself, pleased that he’d gotten her heart rate up.

Well, time to start fresh…I’ll try to get the link working to the first blog—it’s much nicer looking. In fact, you can try the hidden link: go to the bottom of the Gil & Mindy page of our main website (see the link on the sidebar) and hover in the very bottom left of the page. There you go!

This is an exchange I had with Mom today on IM. as soon as I saw Mom’s name pop up on the screen, I knew my little angels had to be asleep.

Mindimer: Are they sleeping?

Mom: it’s been an interesting afternoon. first we went to the glasses place to fix my glasses, where Dylan waited patiently with a wrapped lollipop to be eaten later in the car. Then in the car he waved it at daphne who immed. took it away and licked away. so I couldn’t stop and Dy was heartbroken asking and begging for it back. then I finallly stopped and took it away but her entire face and hands and shirt were completely sticky and pink and was she furious when I took it away. Then we came home and she had some s

Mindimer: I am laughing my head off

Mom: snacks and Dylan wanted to spend about 30 minutes on the potty so I left her in her chair and she immed. dumped the thing of applesauce all over the floor. blue applesauce

Mom: then Dylan sat and sat and sat and sat and as soon as he got up and I put his diaper on he peed in it.

Mindimer: serves you right for buying it. Don’t bring it to my house

Mom: so finally I gave him a jelly bean and put them too bed.

Mom: and I’m sitting here wondering when to clean up the applesauce

Mindimer: Next week. Or whenever G gets home

Mom: Dylan invented a dance hanging onto the handles of the toilet paper dispenser after I took the paper away and danced around for about 20 minutes and sang peepeepeepee

Mom: can’t wait for gil—we’re at my house.

Mom: I’ll wait for Geo.

Mom: Dylan liked being naked

Mindimer: I love my job

Mom: and he was very comfortable sitting on the potty but I got a little bored.

Mom: Daphne can no longer be trusted around lollipops. it was so funny and sad listening to Dy ask so nicely for her to give it bacck or to share

Mindimer: I am laughing so hard I’m getting dirty looks. My H&R Block consultant reviewed the return and commented that our mortgage interest seems a little high relative to our income, and that I should be sure I have a 1098 to back it up…

Mom: ok, don’t go to jail because I’ll get tired of the pppppeeeeepppeeee song eventually bye for now.

Mindimer: bye

Daphne took her first steps last night! She is one week shy of 11 months. I know that sound optimistically early to be walking, but it was witnessed and repeated, and that’s good enough for the baby book! She was standing in the living room with her toy cell phone up to her ear (placing a catalog order, no doubt), when she just started stepping forward. She went three steps before she fell, and then did it again in the kitchen for 4 steps. Of course, the boys couldn’t stand not being in the spotlight, so they kept moving in front of her and accidently knocking her down.