Did you know that the British call a grocery cart a trolley? I had never heard this until yesterday while we were at the commissary. A lovely family was getting their cart at the same time as I when I heard this:

Daughter: "Mummy where's daddy?"

Mom: "He's getting us a trolley."

Then throughout the store the father  could be heard warning his daughter not stand in the trolley.In the states I've heard others call it a  basket, buggie, or shopping cart, but never a trolley. It's neat how the  English language varies depending on where you are, but it probably makes it difficult to master as a second language. My girlfriend recently came back from her vacation in Australia, I bet she heard many words used differently there.

Today we did not accomplish as much school work as I would have liked. Especially since Gabe, my fast little climber, had a very bad fall off our recliner onto the hard floor. He cried a lot and scared me since he hit his head pretty hard. I made sure to watch out for signs of a minor head injury, but as of this evening he is his normal self.  Besides our school work our schedule now includes two baseball practices,  and one sometimes two Boy/Girl Scout  meetings weekly.  

 This past weekend Noah had his first baseball game and he scored two runs. He played  extremely well. On another note we have enjoyed watching a myraid of  bats flying around in the evening. The neighborhood kids found a dead one by our building which Trent quickly disposed of in the trash bins. I then had to lecture the kids about bats and rabies. Well thats about it for us.

Ciao