You know how when you're a freelancer and you take on a project, agree to a timeline, and then find out that the short, seemingly straight-forward task is now a huge hopeless mess that will take much longer than you thought even though your employer would still like it on time, thank you very much. No? Well, let me tell you, it sucks. My whole body aches and my wrists are on fire from spending so much time in front of the computer. And to top it all off, my MIL, BIL, and nephew are coming to visit this weekend. Oh joy! So until I dig out from under the disaster zone that is my house and freelance career, you might not hear from me for a little while. Not that I'm the most regular or verbose writer, but still. Until then, two quick items:
It seems that we have transitioned Charlie to a "big-boy bed" (read: futon on the floor). I was willing to keep Charlie in his crib until university, but HS had other ideas. So far, so good, knock wood.
Is anyone else bothered by the naming conventions in the Franklin books? There's Bear the bear, Otter the otter, Fox the fox, Beaver (Does anyone else snicker at the fact that Beaver is a girl, or is it just me?) the beaver, Snail the snail . . . and Franklin the turtle. Shouldn't his name just be Turtle?