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Joe had to go to the annual meeting of the Georgia Society of Ophthalmologists all day today (which I'm sure was exactly as exciting as it sounds), so I took advantage of my relative high energy level this morning and took the kids to IHOP for breakfast, and then to the playground.

I'm not sure that Cal's ever had a Belgian waffle before, having only eaten their toaster-ready brethren. He was very impressed by its goliath proportions.

Mack and I shared a pancake combination plate, which means that he stole all my bacon and refused to eat anything else, even though I poured three kinds of syrup on the pancakes. THREE KINDS OF SYRUP!

Syrup application, in case you were wondering, is a serious business.

Hide-and-seek at the playground. You'd think from Mack's covering his face that he'd be the one counting and then seeking, but actually, he's the one hiding. Because if you cover your face, no one can see you.  Think of all the research money the armed forces could have saved if only they understood this principle!  (Cal also noted that the fact that I was standing there taking pictures of him made Mack particularly easy to find.)

My penchant for striped shirts, exposed.

I know this was just a pile of pictures, but that's basically all I got. Oh, that, and this: one more Whitney Houston tribute courtesy of Randy Watson and Sexual Chocolate.





I suppose I could write more now, but I just downloaded Season 2 of "The Walking Dead" from iTunes (which includes all this "Behind the Scenes" cast commentary) and it's pretty much blowing my mind that Andrew Lincoln not only doesn't have a Southern accent in real life, but, in fact, has a British accent. It's Downton Abbey with zombies!