I think I've decided that, why not, I'm going to do something with this blog and so it shall become a surrogate blog. What to do with this blog I haven't an idea just yet, but it will contain  . . . things. Ideas, mostly, I guess. but it will perhaps be best if those ideas revolve around my family, since this blog's inception had to do with that event, or the starting thereof.

Thus we shall begin: We have a daughter. She will be two years old in July. Today she slept in a bit (something I've noticed her beginning to do, although maybe that's hopeful thinking) and didn't awake until nearly seven in the morning. We ate breakfast together (yogurt, banana), then Sarah and I got her dressed and the two of them trudged off for school and work.

When I picked Zygote (the nickname we used to refer to her in utero, and which I'll continue to use here in order that her life remain as private as possible until she's ready to make her own decisions about how public she wants it to be) she showed me a big stuffed Elmo they had in her classroom. Also, I had to sign a form because Zygote and her "best friend" had a bit of an altercation. It appears that at one point before nap, Zygote decided it was a good idea to lay on top of her best friend. Her best friend repeated to me upon this pickup that she "did not like that."

Apparently, much later, after nap, when these almost-two-year-olds (well, I guess Zygote's "best friend" is actually now two) were in the "Gross Motor Room," which is fancy school-talk for "Indoor Jungle Gym," "best friend" walked up to Zygote and promptly scratched the hell out of her face. It wasn't serious. No real "injury." In fact, they were funny telling me about it. But, whoa, kid justice. I'll wait until after our nap, just when you think I've forgotten about you laying on top of me, that's when I'll claw the hell out of you, you bitch! Seriously, kids are evil.