Owen and Clara are 18 cans of chicken tall. Oh, the things they learn on PBS Kids.
You can play the Curious George game here.


Some nights, as was the case today, I awoke to the sound of my fussing baby and nursed her back to sleep (3:30 a.m.). By the time the feeding was over my mind was thinking about the things of the next day, this or that, and formulating an email or journal entry. I was unable sooth myself. I needed MY mother to cradle and rock ME back to sleep.
So after lying in bed awake for an hour I get up to write down some of the things that were drilling through my head so I don’t need to try to remember them. I fold laundry, I have a snack, and then I hear the birds’ announcement of the dawn. It’s 6:30 a.m., and though I’m tired and exhausted (and congested) I cannot settle down. My mind continues to race and think and think and think…
But in the early hours of the morning I savor the quiet, the peace, and the serene sounds of the awakening day. I think I’ll go lie down and try again to drift to dreamland.