We didn’t decide to teach Josie sign language so she would get better SAT scores, it was more of a fun baby trick. This morning she learned the sign for giraffe- in theory an up and down neck-like motion which she interprets as enthusiastically throwing both arms up in the air. She looks a lot like Evita when she does it. Our baby’s party trick has turned her into a plotting, gang signing dictator. Bummer.

Before we were parents Tim and I went out every Thursday. A lot has changed in the past two years. I procreated, and "our" pub was closed to make way for the expansion of the local road. So, when Tim and I went on a date this weekend for the first time in a year or so we didn’t know where to go. We ended up stopping by the two bars that were the closest to our original, and surprisingly ran into all the old faces. Nothing had changed. You can’t go home again, but if you try- the same people are still drinking there.