Autonomy and the FBI

Yesterday, I answered the same question about 100 times: "You got an e-mail from the FBI? Yes, you can delete that, it's a virus." .... "You got an e-mail from the FBI? Yes, you can delete that, it's a virus." .... "You got an e-mail from the FBI"...."

Suffice it to say that if you get an e-mail from the FBI telling you that you have been visiting illegal websites, don't open it. You can delete is, it's a virus.

Brigid is - much to our delight and dismay - developing autonomy. Last night at dinner we gave her some teething crackers to play with. It reminded me of the scene in the Superman story where the parent's find the kid crushing rocks with his hands. We would hand her a cracker, and her pincer-grip would immediately pulverize it, leaving our daughter with crumbs everywhere and a rather disappointed look because someone took her cracker. We did manage to get a few crumbs into her mouth, but most of them ended up on the floor.

Somehow it all seemed much more funny last night. We need more sleep.

Speaking of which, Brigid has autonomously decided to NOT sleep well. Ah well. They say it passes. I'm skepticaly though. I think she is just going to be one of those high-energy people who is always annoyingly energetic and makes you want to shove their head in a bucket. Not that Brigid makes me want to shove her head in a bucket. She would do that herself, while trying to lick every surface on the inside of the bucket.