Zander is building a spaceship. I don't know much about it other than that he has to collect every random piece of cr*p he finds for it. Sticks, cardboard, straws, rocks, more sticks, ribbon -- you name it -- it's all part of the big spaceship project taking up space in our garage. You can't miss it -- it's next to the big tool project Brad has been working on for the last, oh 45 years or so. You know, the one where he needs to own
one two of every tool ever made just in case we need them? But, that's okay, both of those pale when compared to my
P.S. Today was Cassandra's 6-month birthday. She is a remarkable baby who seems to subsist on less daytime sleep than any baby before her. She sits and she laughs and she smiles and she grabs. Most of all, she is enamored of her big brother who can almost always make her smile. His current song for her goes like this: "Cassandra is the best baby. Cassandra is the best baby" and over and over again ad infinitum. I wonder if he plans on taking her with him in his spaceship?