Someday I'll be a good enough blogger that I'll have 4+ blogs like my dear friend Judith Meskill 1 2 3 4.   When I do it will be easy to keep friends, family, work, hobbies, and weekend projects all in different streams for different audiences.  For now, I'm going to break an unwritten rule and tell the world how cute my kids are - very cute.  

I'm not sure where from, but sometime back in December, Carrie dug up a truely old skool Star Wars T-shirt for our 2 year old.   We both got a kick out of it, but had no idea the memories it would create.   During the holidays, I wanted to test my son's ability to get his grandfather's attention and put the T-shirt on him with instructions to go show it to Grandpa.  To my surprise he stuck out his chest and proudly pointed to the characters for my dad.  They proceeded to have an involved conversation about the empire and the force.

After a couple weeks of the t-shirt going in every wash and Owen pointing proudly to CHEW-BAHT-TA it was brought to our attention that Audrey's classmates were playing Starwars during recess.   I'll spare all the details, but digging out my VHS tapes of the trilogy put the final nail in the coffin of 10 year old CRT TV.  Now we're watching Digitally remastered Starwars on a 42" LCD, having light sabre battles, and walking around with a colander on our head professing "Owen Wobot".