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Well, Sam, I’m off to a late start again, but I’ve not forgotten your newsletter. As in previous months, a lot has changed this month. Highlighting these changes has been your basic physical shape. I’ve been facinated by reviewing pictures from previous months. Dr. Karp (The Happiest Baby on the Block) talks about the first three months as the “fourth trimester” and it was certainly a reasonable description for you.

I had just finished a long phone conversation with my mom, and was talking it over with Carolyn when we heard what sounded like fireworks outside. I thought it wasn’t close enough to June to be fireworks season, and then it dawned on me. Maybe the Steelers had won the Superbowl. Altoona is close enough to Pittsburgh that this is considered “Steeler Country.” So, I went to superbowl.com and reported, “Yep, we won.

We had a fun “First Friday” games night last night. If you weren’t invited, but should have been, send me an email. It was a small group because I announced it so late, but we had fun. We started with Fluxx, then played Kill Dr. Lucky and ended up with some Magic. I’m still yawning from the late night, though. And Sam kept Carolyn pretty busy, so she was unable to join us.

Man, you really never know what you’re going to get from Amazon.com. In reality, this is a test-post from within flickr. I’ve joined recently, and started playing around. Now I’ll have 3 levels of pictures. Everything I take is on my hard drive. Things that I think worth sharing at all will be in my gallery and things that I think are quite good and may deserve a larger audience will show up in my flickr stream.

I told Carolyn’s voicemail the story of the forgotten wallet, and was therefore positively ebullient when she came home from work with two bags of Doritos. In snacking on these, I happened to read a little bit of the packaging. According to the bag, “It’s the only snack boldenough to call itself Doritos ® brand.” Well, yeah. Any other snack that was “bold enough” to call itself Doritos would have the pants sued off of them by Frito Lay.

The most recent troubling forgetfulness happened today. But I need to preface this story with an introduction. I love Doritos. No, seriously, I looove Doritos. They were traveling food when I was a kid. I’d be in the back seat of the VW bug as we went from Durham, NC up to the Shack in Virginia — a rustic cabin in the blue ridge mountains. I hated the trip. 3 hours in the car every other weekend or so, but I loved being at the shack.

I’ve been forgetful in some genuinely annoying ways the past few days. Last Thursdayactually, it was the Thursday before that. Time sure flies when you’re forgetful!I was dealing with the car. Nothing special, just checking the oil because of a burning smell. I decided to top it off as it was a little less than half a quart low. I keep the extra oil in one of the compartments in the rear.

Hmm. Not sure why this isn’t working. Will look into it later.

I’m sure that’s something you’ve been thinking for some time now. After all, college is just 16-19 years away for darling Samantha. (She might go early, she might take a year off — She hasn’t made her preference clear to me yet.) And college is not getting any cheaper. Thanks to some generous donations over the past few years from Grandmère and Great-Grandmother Ruth, Sam has a start at a 529 plan college fund.

We had our “Class Reunion” for our Bradley Method Birth class today. It was neat to get together. We’d actually run across the baby (and dad) from the other couple a day or two ago, but we’d not seen the Bradley instructor since class, and it was nice to be in a more casual setting (their house). The babies seemed at best mildly interested in one another. The other baby did spend a reasonable amount of time looking at Sam, but Sam was more interested in looking at Mom.