Rob's family

Was fourty weeks really this long last time? I don't think so. Well, I've started my nesting, so it can't be long now. This weekend, while Tracey guarded the dependents, I attacked the leaves in our yard. They put up a good fight, but were no match. Afterwards, Tracey told me that next year, merely mowing and bagging will not be sufficient - next year, we've got to rake so the children (Tracey) can jump in the leaves. I also had opportunity to make a safe home for our cars (cleaned out the garage). And freed up some space in the office for more crap to accumulate. Overall, a very profitable weekend. Saturday, Melinda and I had swimming. She's ready to swim the English Channel. If only the swimming instructor would quit singing, "Wheels on the bus" - she'd be better able to concentrate. She does love to swim. Give her something to hold her above water and she'll paddle wildly. When she gets an opportunity to wear a life jacket, she's completely

from Tracey Melinda had her first "beauty salon" haircut today. (She has been to a quick cuts place a couple times, and I have trimmed her bangs, but this was her first "salon" visit.) Kind of spur-of-the-moment... we were strolling in a strip mall and passed the salon I used to go to. I pointed out that this is where mommy used to get her hair cut, and Melinda said "Muh-muh (Melinda) hair cut" and got all excited. Melinda has been looking kind of shaggy as of late, and the salon was empty, so I thought "why not?" Wasn't sure how it was going to go at first. The stylist turned on her hair dryer to blow some hair off the chair, and Melinda's eyes filled with tears, she clutched at me and said "no dry my hair!" for about 5 minutes, even after the stylist put her hair dryer in a back room. (I think Melinda is in a noise-phobia stage right now -- she doesn't like the vacuum cleaner or lawn mower either.) But the rest of it went