Happy Fire-Chicken Day!

James: My fire chicken is broken!  

Paul: ? 

Me: The direct translation for "Turkey" in Chinese is "Fire Chicken".   

Paul: That puts Stravinsky's Firebird in a new light. 

I am so thankful for our health and our family and friends.  May your fire-chicken be moist (unburnt) and your apple crumble not exploded (will post about that later).  

Now sleep in it! (Part: I've lost count)

Finally!  Step "I've forgotten now": James's toddler bed turns back into a crib for Emma. 

So glad the instructions are in that envelope stapled to the bed rungs, else they'd definitely been lost by now.  

Paul keeps Emma away for as long as he could, and then she's in the room with me... and tries to help.  We definitely have to keep an eye on her -- just like her brother, it won't be long before she starts taking things apart to figure them out.  

Why we still don't have a vegetable scrubber or kitchen timer or...

OK, only mostly why (see history of indecision).