My Playdates

During the crazy week (that shall not be remembered) while we were packing everything in Connecticut I was fortunate to have wonderful opportunities for playdates for the kids. This was a win-win because it saved them from extreme amounts of slave labor at home, and gave me peace of mind knowing that they were having quality time with friends before the move.

Norah, here, is happy as a clam to ride along in the jeep belonging to her friend Sam. I couldn't get a picture of her driving, however, because every time she got behind the wheel she took off like a bullet. (As a matter of fact, I noticed that even when she was in the passenger seat she'd sneak her foot over and press on the gas pedal. If I were you I'd stay off the roads near our house in about 12 years when she's learning to drive a real car!)









Toby spent the last week in Connecticut at his summer day camp, and on the last day he got his face painted like Harry Potter. For a kid that's never seen the movies, read the books, or experienced any of the media tie-ins to the series he's pretty excited about it all. But that's who Toby is.