Single mom with jetlag

Very, very, very long trip home to the kids, and Blaise is schmoozing in Amsterdam. But the little guys have been making it easy, maybe terrified that they are going to be left again if they are less than excellent. Anselm has taken on some extraordinary manners in my absence ("Excuse me Mum, can I have another Weetbix please?") and Eliot is her usual sunny self. She perfected drinking from a glass and eating with fork in the last days which she showed off with some peas this evening. Great job Jessy.

One evening in Goettingen it was revealed that in most of the couples represented, the boy cooks. Or at least, the boy cooks better. (Remembering that it was mainly the boy represented.) In keeping, tonight we had an invention of the 5 year old next door: "breakfast for dinner", eggs and waffles, with the token peas for vitamins' sake.

I started reading Pinker's new book, The Stuff of Thought, on the plane. Some interesting ideas using apparent grammatical irregularities to expose the conceptual substructures of language: more substantial than The Language Instinct. Passed some cheery hours before fizzling out and watching Harry Potter.