O what a night

What a red-letter night: first a scurry down the street with kids and neighbor in tow to watch the space shuttle fly over and blink out, then the Red Sox in the World Series in my home ballpark, giving thus far what might safely be called a drubbing to the Rockies -- woo hoo!

On a totally unrelated note, the other day Eliza learned a new word at co-op which she shared with us at dinner -- "temporary," or as she would say, "tempowawy." It was so cute to hear her try, in her careful and slow way, to explain the concept to Ian -- "It's like, you're not going to be that forever." We had an interesting discussion complete with examples -- Uncle Allen and Aunt Kristen are having a TEMPORARY move to Boston to take care of Grandmommy and Papa; Uncle Peter was going to TEMPORARILY evacuate from his apartment because his entire city was basically going up in smoke (which led to a discussion of wildfires which led to a discussion of something Ian read in Magic Treehouse about the San Francisco fire of 1905. Interesting.). I think Eliza got it down pat because the next morning she came and opened the shower door to ask me, "Mom, is Caroline a TEMPORARY baby??"

Yes, honey, she sure is.
(And does Mommy have very mixed feelings about that? She sure does.)