Cobb

F7 dazzled everyone with her fours times tables and ability to make change. It became something of an embarrassing power stuggle between her and her sisteren. Who gets to do the math this time? I let Lee handle it. She's the mom in one of the only families we regularly socialize with out this way. Its strange how she and I can never manage a conversation with sentences longer than 7 words, but that's a blog entry for another day.

We sold probably 80 boxes of cookies in two hours. It's simply amazing how easy it is for my daughter to do this. When I was a kid, selling cookies and candies to my neighbors was like selling pet insurance in a trailer park. Chalk one up for another middleclass benchmark blithely accomplished. F7 charmed the pants off 'em.

Later we headed to one of the 10 cousins' birthday sleepover at my sister's place. Her place, over near Olympic and La Cienega is a cozy neighborhood at the edge of burglar bar territory. She's only been there about 6 months but after they painted the interior (and took down the hippie beads in the doorway) it is the ultimate in . It's now one of those 'lights on' places that you drive by in the evening and wish you were home. All that and homemade chili and three sausage salsa made for a perfectly lazy afternoon. Except for the 14 children rampaging, it was very relaxing.

Pops was back from Chico's funeral and in great spirits. He gave me a copy of the program which he had populated with literally dozens of color images. Teach a man how to ink jet and he'll entertain himself for life. I brought the laptop and showed off some of the WHP library that I'll be sharing here in the days and weeks to come.

I got an opportunity to explain something about what the blogosphere is and how it works. This can take a good 30 minutes of exposition. Amazing. Well the day wound down after yet another Spongebob pinata bit the dust. I got a chance to teach my kids the intricacies of the old school videogames. My sister bought the package with Dig Dug, Pole Position, Galaga and Pac Man. Wowza. I've got the Did Dug theme in my head still.

Most daddylicious of all, I got to hold a three month old baby for a good long time. Babies do love me, especially baby girls. I've got a big thumpy heart and then I hold them over it, it works it's little miracle. Plus I can cha-cha, and I can tell by the bubbles they blow, that they're digging the rhythm. Ahh, there is nothing on the planet quite as intoxicating as baby smell. I love baby smell. Don't you?