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2009 Prognostication Quiz: Post 9 of 14, Golf

Tiger Woods came very close, but lost the PGA Championship this past weekend. He was leading by two strokes going in to the final day, and he had never relinquished such a lead in his past. This time, Y. E. Yang outplayed Tiger and won the PGA Championship. This is as close as Tiger came to winning a Major this year. In the end, he was shut out for 2009. That means that the answer to Question 9 of the 2009 Prognostication Quiz is E. Tiger will win no Championships . Eleven people wished lots of bogies on Tiger and advance one point: Ted Pete C. Matthew Grant Katie Larry Michael Adrian Missy Rob Cameron This breaks the tie between the husband and wife previously atop the leader board: Ted now advances to six points, while Zoe stays behind at five points. Pete C. and Matthew also advance to join Zoe in a tie for second place. Leader board 6 Ted 5 Pete C. 5 Zoe 5 Matthew 4 Grant 4 Tina 4 Katie 4 Stephanie 4 Ben 3 Ekrem 3 Pamela 3 Liz 3 Jeremiah 3 Larry 3 Leanne 3 Heather 3 Peter M. 3 Glo

Katie's Cute Beet-Rats

We are in the habit of keeping the camera nearby and at the ready in case Max does cute things that need to be recorded. Katie was preparing some beets for our dinner and I guess she decided that the beets were doing lots of cute things. She deemed them worth of an entire photo essay: Reading over my shoulder, Katie exclaimed, "I didn't think they were cute! I thought they looked like rats!" She likes how she made this one bleed: Whew! That was scary!

Max the Mama's Boy

Today is Max's third birthday! Happy third birthday to Max! (This is, of course, only true for the cardinal sense of third , i.e. he is one-third of a year old. It is not true for the ordinal sense of third in that Max has not had his first or second birthday yet.) I've mentioned before that at two months, Max turned from a baby who almost never cried to a rather fussy baby. That trend has continued, sadly, and has taken some sad turns. First is that Max is not the best napper. When he naps like the books say he is supposed to, he is usually quite happy and contented in between. The problem is that he hates napping for some reason. Left to his own devices he will take 30-minute catnaps and then rub his sleepy red eyes and cry the rest of the time. Katie can extend his naps to a more helpful two hours but only so long as she is holding him. If she puts him down in any of the dark, comfortable, climate-controlled sleeping spaces that we have in the house (even the ones that vib