So we're back to not going to bed. J's and my quixotic quest to watch all of Foyle's War on successive nights, or, for that matter, to get Isaac to bed before 11, is failing miserably. I know, I know, transitions. Back to school, new routine, and...kerflooey. Does it help that he wakes up in a fine old mood, can now count in Spanish (and, more than that, understands the correspondence between the numbers)? A little, except I'm kinda grumpy, I have to admit.
Last night just generally sucked. J spent an hour and a half, and I came in to close--took me another hour, including at least five renditions of increasingly croaky Edelweiss. This morning, total goofiness reigned. We all sat in bed together and watched YouTube videos on my laptop, while Isaac ate oatcakes (which for some blessed reason he thinks are a real treat) in bed. Crumbs aside, it was pretty great. So here, for your viewing pleasure, some stupid fun courtesy of the Potter Puppet Pals. And thanks to J's students for widening my cultural horizons.