Year of the Pig

Frank's still asleep. I may not have much time before he wakes up the way these firecrackers keep rattling the windows. Now there's a truck loaded with a percussion section driving around the block. The hell with this, I'm moving to Iowa.

Maybe later. It's hard to believe that at Chinese New Year last year our family was three plus a beagle, and that Franklin had just begun crawling like a champ. At that time we had no idea there'd be a little sister in the house by year's end.

We spend the night in a hotel in Kaoshuing a few weeks back. We rode the bullet train down to register Gretchen as an American citizen. Part of the fun of hotel rooms is jumping on the beds & I taught Frank how to do that. He's brought the skill home and is really pushing the envelope, much to the chagrin of his parents.

Another part of hotel fun is watching movies in bed. We had on one of the movie channels down there, and there was a commercial break. Coming out of the commercial, the screen was black, then blue letters reading "A long time ago, in a galaxy far, far away..." appeared. My son sat bolt upright in bed squealed YODA! Maggie and I were gobsmacked. Two years old. Cor blimey.

Now, he comes home some nights and chants Yoda, Yoda. We let him watch 20 minutes of Star Wars before his bath. He knows most of the characters, but hasn't developed a distaste for Jar Jar Binks. Yet.