global warming and the inevitable trauma of living

Today was Brian's birthday. His birthday gift was pampering. We ended up making breakfast for him and Don. Sarah and I left them to their own devices for lunch, but proceeded to make them dinner and a birthday cake with a nice bottle of wine from the kiosk at the market.

Xander was intent on playing cribbage with us this evening, despite the fact that he hasn't yet learned how to add larger numbers in his head. He *is*, however, quite gifted at giving away what cards Sarah has in her hand. And I don't mind at all.

When I rubbed his back tonight before he went to sleep. he mentioned to me that he wants to work on two things tomorrow; he needs to make a machine that can eat paper and he also wants to make his own "Sorry" game. He's such a riot. I think it's a great idea; one complaint I've had since I was probably nine years old is that I can't stand when game companies "update" the look of their game. Xander's Candy Land is nothing like the Candy Land I had as a kid. Mine was more creepy and scary.