The kids went to bed late again tonight. On Friday, we went over to our friends M. and K.’s house, and had some terrific pork chops from Bisher’s. I’ll be visiting there soon to pick some up for myself, I’m sure. Yesterday was mostly on time, after my brother’s family got into town and headed off to their beachfront rental. We got Japanese carry-out, and Tara demonstrated how much she loves the sushi. Today, we met up with my bro’s fam and went again for Japanese–Surfside Sushi in PB–and it was great, and reasonably priced. Tara ate like we had not fed her all day. Granted, she’s large for an 18-month old, but she ate: one entire edamame appetizer, three california rolls, portions of chicken katsu and vegetable tempura, and two orange slices. She was still asking for more immediately before we left, but we feared the worst. Anna had a bite of shrimp tempura and a few grains of fried rice.

Tomorrow, we’re off to SeaWorld; Anna loves the shows, so we’re buying an annual pass; since kindergarten is half-day, the nanny might also be able to bring her down there every now and then, and we’ll have all next summer as well. It’s odd thing for me to think that Anna will actually have some sort of obligation to go to school from now on; until now, our jobs have been the only attendance requirement we’ve had to deal with, and even so we get to choose our vacation days ourselves. I had forgotten what a bummer it was the have to go to school.

In other news, I got sweet revenge on Anna the other day by getting Saint Simon by The Shins (or as she calls it, “the la-la-la song”) stuck in her head by playing it for the 875th time. Take that, Raffi. Speaking of La La, I’ve been using it for a while and have mixed feelings about it. This whole trading thing is nice and cheap, but it’s a nuisance too. You have to acknowledge when you get stuff and frankly, I really don’t look at the mail more often than once a week. Also, you never know exactly what you’re going to get on your list, and the selection is biggest for college-type music. I’m afraid my taste in music just wants college-type music to stay off its lawn.