In short, the principal at Children's Workshop School is a genius. She can work the shitstem like no other. She has made lemons from lemonade and been able to grant access to all of the pre-k students who want to continue (only 2 opted out). We are pleased and ready to be all over the PTA next year, organizing and all, at least until I am exhauseted with the new little one.

Aram has a crazy new job which will allow him to simultaneously be an academic guru and a business executive. He is going somewhere he is appreciated. I hope they don't make him work too many hours. I appreciate him too, after all.

The little girl is letting her presence be known. She seems to like Indian and Japanese food, at least when I eat it. We're working on our yoga. I have been fortunate enough so far to not need an amnio. I am told that my tests show that I carry like a 30-year old. Sweet.

Simon is finishing his last week of pre-k and is excited for day camp, where I hope he'll learn how to swim, among other things.

These last 6 months have been pretty wild. I look forward to an exciting (but not too exciting) sequel.

I'll keep you posted.

Tags: aram, baby, pregnancy, school, simon
I feel: sleepy
I'm listening to: children playing

I was playing a Dora the Explorer mermaid game with my 3 1/2 year old son last night when I felt it.

Let me describe the game for you.

Dora is protecting the beach and undersea environment from garbage of all kinds. So she collects gobs of dirt, shoes, discarded plastic can holders with a back-mounted vacuum cleaner.

This only gets weirder when after she finishes cleaning up the beach, she dons a crown, which looks weirdly like the hat of a maid's uniform. And when she finishes cleaning, she hands the hat to the blonde mermaid princess.

I never saw Diego clean up after anyone. And I know for damn sure Strawberry Shortcake is self interested.

Between this an Queen Latifah's mammy roles, I'm a little flipped out.

Tags: cartoons, dora, racism, sexism, simon
I feel: confused
I'm listening to: Amy Winehouse

I was flipping through my Flickr pages when I came across this old shot of Simon last year at the Parker Meridien in Palm Springs.



It is at these moments when we realize how time moves I think, because we went back this year and took this photo.



Man, did he grow up in a year. It's funny because I'm always telling A about how time actually passes because sometimes he seems surprised. But I just caught myself off guard. Maybe that's why children seem so important.

Tags: palm springs, simon
I'm listening to: crickets