Saturday

The kids woke up insanely early -- just before 5:00 a.m. -- needing to go to the restroom and wanting to stay up. No way, Carole told them. We don't get up that early. They cried and pouted, and half an hour later Alexander said he needed to go to the bathroom again. Angelina seconded him, and Carole said fine, but one at a time. (They like to accompany each other in there.) This occasioned more tears, but eventually they did fall back asleep, and so did we. They finally got up for good around 7:20. Carole started a movie and gave them the usual breakfast fare to accompany their Chitty Chitty Bang Bang watching, then returned to bed. We snuggled/slept for another hour or so, then got up to watch with them before remembering it was an office breakfast day. Coated the kids and headed for the office. It was nice. They were well-behaved, and this time laughed at the persistent man who always tries to get them to laugh.

The afternoon was spent mostly working on the wedding ceremony and, for me, talking to Dad on the phone, first about the situation between Curt and Deb and later about . . . something else. Oh, getting his scanner to work. The ceremony's coming along. The rabbi's first effort is a decent road map; we're basically rewriting it and adding to it.

And then tonight we headed to the house on the spur of the moment to have dinner with Mom and Dad, per their invite. Nice meal, nice pie, and some Firefly. Dad actually said he thinks it's the best television show he's ever seen, and he's only seen three episodes and the two-hour pilot. High praise indeed. Carole got the fabric she needed from Mom to create a mock-up of the wedding dress she's agreed to make, and we took the little box of toys Mom had requested we bring back.

And now we're back and both falling asleep. Well, Carole actually is asleep next to me on the couch with her hand on my leg; I'm merely doing the head bob thing and printing rows of accidental d's.

Time for more water, some Vitamin C, and some apparently desperately needed sleep.