Spent Saturday cleaning up the apartment for our guest, whom Sarah brought home with her from Manhattan in a carseat. Owen Pesnell stayed with us overnight Saturday so Darin & Krissy could celebrate their anniversary. Owen did really well with us, and we even returned him mostly-undamaged. A short jaunt down to the Independence Park gave us lots of photo opps as Owen slid, climbed, rocked, and ran himself out of baby-steam.

Unfortunately, with all his frivolity, he (and we) didn’t notice his collision course with an oncoming miniature bicyclist. After bouncing his noggin off of the sidewalk, we thought for sure we were in for a full-fledged freak out. Instead, he shrugged us off and proceeded to the nearest climbing wall. When I told Krissy, she nodded sagely and replied, “Yup, that’s our son.”

Dina was very excited to greet our new guest, who was less-than-enthused to be covered in dog saliva. Most of our effort that night was in helping Dina resist the urge to inspect the squeeling, taunting, food-flinging toddler. Pictures forth-coming.

Sunday at the Village Church, where Darin _rocked_ the “Deuteronomy 8 passage”:http://www.villagechurchnyc.com/worship/sermons/2006/06/the-meaning-of-the-desert/ he and I had discussed only a few days earlier. It was cool to hear some of our conversations surface in his message. Great job, Pez.

That afternoon we treated Charlie to all the _paella_ and _sangria_ he could consume, and 3 months of Netflix for Father’s Day.

After Charlie and Irene had gone, Dina, Sarah and I collapsed on the bed and napped.

Then I installed “this”:http://roundcube.net/ to replace our “crappy webmail”:http://wiki.dreamhost.com/index.php/RoundCube.

Monday came too soon.