SO. Earlier this week, not one, but TWO of my teenagers caught me Facebooking (has it been added to Webster's as a verb yet?). Hayli was shocked. "YOU are on Facebook??" she said. "Why, yes, I am. Are you?" "Uh, no," she said. I knew right away what the "Uh" meant she wouldn't be caught dead Facebooking. May as well give her a cell phone without texting capabilities and send her to band camp. Later in the week, Anthony had a very similar reaction. In one way, they're proud of me...the cranky old bitch is doing something they didn't think I could even figure out. On the other hand, I'm Facebooking. You know, it's like MySpace for "older" people. I can only imagine what they say to their friends...

Stretches and Poses

Joyce, the family's yogi-in-training, might say that child's pose involves a relaxing stretch that follows the downward-facing-dog. Both feel great. I'm gonna go out on a limb, though, and say that this is the quintessential child's pose:

Gardening

Yes, those are Elmo underwear. Fancy boots, huh?