Saturday morning, so I'm still in my pjs. For some reason it is snowing again, so the house seems dark and sleepy. The boys are playing explorer, flying around the world but mostly landing on a big rock, from which they claim to see all of America. Occassionally I try to push the airplane/flying routine - not that I really see a need, because with a grandfather, great-grandfather, and a great uncle (spanning both sides of the family tree) that are and/or were pilots for their entire adult careers, I figure at least one of the boys is a shoe-in for the next generation of aviators in our family. (Plus,Jake owns a pair of aviators.) A small piece of me worries that Gabe will still be trying to fly a car made out of a boat, but whatever.