The diarrhea tsunami has receded, allowing us to turn our attention to more routine activities -- such as reviewing the portraits they shoot at school of the boys. Those photographic services are grossly overpriced... but they have somehow managed to capture the essence of each little chimp. So I guess it's worth it.

Does Mojo look like he just broke something? It's a safe bet that he did. Alane said she just about fell over when she saw that snapshot -- that kid's bad news all around. Now we have photographic evidence to support that statement.
I meant to blog yesterday because I was doing some serious meatball musing: it takes so many hours to prepare the damned things, but only a few minutes to demolish them. That hurts. I fought back yesterday by making many meatballs. Big ones. Got back from Mass and opened a bottle of cheap Chilean red and speared a few from the pot. An excellent lunch. Later, while the boys had a water-balloon fight out back, I poached another. And of course later on we made linguini and sat down to eat. And finish the wine. And eat yet more meatballs. Took the leftovers to work today for lunch! Could've used another bottle of wine...

Like so many of the good things in life, the difficult part is making it last.