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Coming atcha live from the S-B household. Mercer, who has dropped off the face of planet blogosphere, is diligently underlining stuff. He's reading a section called . . . ummm . . . "Vygotsky, Tutoring, and Learning." Since I don't have much to say about that, I'll move along to a status report on other residents of this abode.

In the world of kittens, you're either in . . . or you're out. Earlier, Lemmy was in, which meant that Audie was out. Right now, Audie is in, so that means Lemmy is out. This whole paragraph won't make much sense if you have never seen Project Runway. It probably doesn't make much sense if you have, either. But the kittens have been enjoying a little newfound freedom as we have let them wander outside a little more. In part, we felt safer doing this due to a larger yard and microchipping technology . . . and we just got tired of policing the door and chasing them down, only to get scratched whilst carting them back in.
Que mas, you ask? Well, Ro is officially seven months old today. He marked the occasion by cutting his first tooth! Two pearly swellings have been visible just below the gumline for weeks, and one has finally busted out. I'm trying to introduce him to other foods in an attempt to find one he like as much as pickles. I know all that salt can't be good for him--he just really loves 'em!
Rowan has been sleeping better at night, taking more regular naps during the day (well, sometimes). A pal from the hood told me her baby is doing well on the 2-3-4 schedule (two hours between waking and first nap, three hours between waking from first nap and second nap, four hours between waking from second nap and bedtime). I have been absorbing lots of guidance from across the world from my friend Taisuke and his adorable family!

I worked a twelve hour day today, and the weekend seems like a distant memory. I never get over feeling sad when I leave in the morning. I suppose by the time he's 11 or so, I will have gotten over it (he'll be screaming at me about how lame I am because I won't buy Fruity Frosted Sugar Bombs for breakfast). In any case, starting work at 7 is rough, but having Friday off is totally worth it. Oh! And we (hopefully, fingers crossed) seem to have found a new daycare situation for Ro.

Some household stuff:
That rad lamp my mama and bro made from an old oil drum (thanx for the correction, T).
The hawsometron sewing table Grandpa B made (I bought some new fabric for a project--hopefully I'll be able to use it soon!).And this behemoth is the subtle, tasteful litter box screen I made for the cats' waste area (the litter box and its accouterments inspire endless fascination from Ro. I have had to intercept many a mission). Yeah, we couldn't find olive green or even cameo-colored tarps. It looks like a traffic cone threw up. Actually, on second thought, it kinda resembles a giant play fort (Mercer: "Wow, that new box looks really fun. I wish I could use the bathroom in there."). Uh-oh.