Playoffs? Don't talk about playoffs.

Let's give it up for my boy Finn and his newfound bladder control.  Potty training has been a long endeavor, going back about a year now with a couple of stops & starts.  We clearly forced the first attempt on him before he was ready... and the second attempt... but this time around, we let him set the pace.  I never thought I'd be this excited about two self-motivated trips to the bathroom in one evening, but here we are.

Of course, I don't want to jinx it.  I feel like an athlete that's been asked about the playoffs after a mid-season three-game winning streak.

"Well, we're seeing the toilet well right now, but we can't get ahead of ourselves.  We just need to focus on tomorrow.  It's a good bladder we got here.  We're just going to have to take it pee by pee."

Movie Night

Happiness is a Friday night, a popcorn dinner and Cars 2 on the big screen.

And I'm pretty sure Finn thinks so too.

-- Post From My iPhone, in Radiator Springs

Homesick

Here's what I learned while I was away from home for work the past two weeks:

1. A wiener schnitzel is not a fancy hot dog. Similarly, an andoulliette is not a small andouille sausage.
2. They must use a different "star" scale for hotels in Europe. Similarly, "Comfort Inn" must have a different meaning in British English than it does in American.
3. Read the fine print if booking a half-day tour from Tel Aviv to Jerusalem. Apparently, "half-day" in Hebrew = "find your own way home".

But mostly I learned that 10 days is a really really long time to be away from my family.

Not that it was all bad, mind you. Apparently without me around to spoil him, Finn learned how to dress himself without whining, how to say "please" without additional prompting and in general how to be a fine upstanding member of this family.

Let's see how long it takes me to undo all of that good work.

It's good to be home!