Squirrel bombadiers

Fall is on its way. The acorn bombing has begun. May and I got beaned by squirrels with good aim and too many acorns today on our way to the T.

Squirrel looks weird if you type it enough. Squirrel. Squirrel. Squirrel. Squirrel. Squirrel. Squirrel.

We went to the Harvard Developmental Labs again and May watched a train play "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star" about a dozen times. Then we got another "Harvard Baby Scientist" T shirt and headed home.

Jen Hoberman came over today and played with May while I made dinner. (Skillet Lasagna! All the taste of slow-cooked lasagna, in 30 minutes. No, really.)

That's all.