The shakes and trembling at the house are gone! The nice man from comcast came by and has officially put the wife and kids out of their internet-less misery. Speaking of the wife, she's got a great blog. She's a great writer, even if she doesn't think so. (She even published a zine!) For our kid's sake, I hope some of that creative, artsy gene gets passed on to them, cause it sure won't be coming from me.

Josiah is obsessed with legos. Specifically, the Star Wars sets. It's amazing to me how he can put together stuff so fast, which means he must be a freakin genius (as he describes himself occasionally). Shouts of "I'm a genius" can be heard coming from his playroom every now and then. As the wife says- "He must have gotten your sense of self-esteem".
I spent a couple of hours the other night on the floor of his room putting stuff together, and it just reminded me what a blast it is. Josiah and I are likeminded in our creativity. We are not artsy- just good ol fashioned linear thinking. But what starts off as a small plane, becomes a ginormous intergalactic destroyer on it's way to save Luke from the bad guys.
It definitely takes me back to my younger days, when taking apart anything I could to see if I could put it back together was an every day activity for me. It drove the rents' crazy, since I was busting up most of the radios in the house, not to mention the first computer that we owned. I'm mostly thankful that I didn't fry myself or burn the house down.
My love of legos and tinker toys seems to have been passed on, and I love it. That is, until I step on one of those damm little pieces and it's all I can do to keep the "bad" words in.