Toilet Wisdom

"The blood and juice in my body work SOOOOO hard to build my poop, and to bring my food to my blood and to my poop."

Yes, I guess that is pretty much how it works, Primus. But I am also reasonably sure that the phrase "build my poop" has not previously been found in recorded English. You are a linguistic gold-mine.

No Fooling

Well, well, well.

It is a new year here in the Pond. Three months later than is traditional perhaps, but spring is a fitting season of renewal, I would say, so what better time to burst forth into fine green form than today?

We are all still kicking. The adjustment to two boys has proven multivalent and never-ending. Just imagining ourselves keeping up with them and their rapid development has been more than sufficient to keep us away from the keyboard and silent in the blogosphere.

But here we are again, and I hope not merely for the novelty of it. Connecting with the world outside our tiny thrumming circle of family life is a big deal for us, and while human contact and time out in God's green earth is a higher priority, we want to send our words out to all of you near and far who care to know what goes on in the life of this little quartet.

So just a tease, perhaps, but hopefully not. There is so much to tell, I really want to keep telling it...