alarm clock? what alarm clock?

Today was Brendan's first day of summer school. The bus is supposed to pick him up in the morning, but he missed it this morning because we overslept really late. We stayed up late last night listening to severe weather alerts on the radio, watching TONS of lightning and listening to the booms ("Thunder!" says Maggie, or at least a word that's recognizably trying to be thunder. "Boom, boom!"). We had repeated power dips, and reset the clocks when we all went to bed around midnight when we thought the worst of it had passed, but there was apparently another power dip shortly after midnight. So no alarm clock. I'd set a reminder wake up call, and my voicemail says we got it, but I sure never heard it. But then, between the babies, Karl's schedule and me trying to get evening time with him, and all these late night storms, I am soooo sleep deprived. Usually it's been bright and sunny the morning after these storms, and the light wakes me, but today it's all overcast.

Rollerboy

I'm not entirely sure Jamie needs to learn to crawl. I just watched him roll over something like 7 to 10 times in a row to cross the room. And it sure looked deliberate to me.

laundry sig line

Seen on the Lois Bujold mailing list, the following sig from Tony Zbaraschuk
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All my clothes go into the warm wash cycle together. Any garments that can't cope with that are weaklings and are culled from the herd. I've got better things to do with my time than sort laundry into little piles. -- Ross TenEyck
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Heh, I love it. That is exactly my philosophy of laundry. Admittedly, I do try to quietly hide this from visiting family members who are too delicate to cope with the Darwinian death gauntlet method of laundry.

I admit to trying to keep the handknit socks in a different load from the velcro diaper covers, but that's the only concession I'm making.

I have a hard enough time trying to sort it into the piles to get put away, with three kids in the house.[1]

[1]currently have trained eldest to lug baskets up and down stairs for me. Someday I hope his discrimination circuits will be up to putting it all away. Currently training him on that for dishes.