Stuff that goes on my blog

I have pictures of my newly painted wall, but I don't know where they are on my computer.  I know I loaded them, but when I look, they aren't there.  I'm going to just have to assume that these particular pictures are shy, or invisible, or magical, and either way, I respect that.  I'll load them again later today, in case it's just the fact that I'm an idiot.  

Lennon speaks Chinese.  That's not a metaphor for how parents and children inevitably grow apart.  No, she speaks real Chinese.  I think she learned it from Nickelodeon and this internet game she plays.  Wow.  I THINK that?  No, I KNOW that's where she learned it from.  Otherwise, I'd have to come to the conclusion that there is some other way she is learning, and I can safely rule out family, language classes, flash cards, and osmosis.  Eating a lot of those little canned oranges shouldn't have anything to do with this, right?  So yeah, she learned Chinese from Nickelodeon and the internet.  I think it's cool, except that I don't understand anything except "thank you" and "hello" so I end up feeling like she might be talking shit about me.  

We're going to an orientation for Kindergarten tonight.  Typing that out makes me nauseous.  

I just hit Lennon in the head with a plastic egg.   She's crying now.  Blind people should not play catch.  I should publish and get off the computer before I get cursed out in mandarin.