Crocodile Tears
By now Alice must be missing me something fierce. I can certainly predict I’m missing her.

Are those crocodile tears or just a crocodile?
Celebrating 2008, The Year of Invisible Posts — It’s Not Your Eyes
Welcome to the Brookston family blog. We'll post updates here on what's going on in our part of the world, and especially with our son, Porter, who has been diagnosed with some form of autism. Our hope is that this blog will help us deal with all the issues we'll be facing and keep our friends and family informed as well.



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By now Alice must be missing me something fierce. I can certainly predict I’m missing her.

Are those crocodile tears or just a crocodile?
With Porter’s new-found love of Wallace & Gromit, and especially the Wrong Trousers, the phrase “crackin’ toast” is creeping into his vocabulary. He’s also asking for more toast lately, as well. He’s been eating either peanut butter and jelly toast sandwiches or just peanut butter toast. If we can only get him to wiggle his fingers when he says it, now that would be somrething.
On a recent trip to the Marin Civic Center park, Porter stuck some thoughtful poses.

“I’m king of … this rock!”

“You know, sometimes I wonder. Does existence precede essence … or what?”
[BONUS: Does anybody except Sarah know the origin of this quote? ]
Today we will likely be driving through Arizona, stopping possibly at Phoenix and the Painted Desert.
NOTE: This post will be updated upon our return.