Tales of a Goose and Which Mr. Rochester?

Goose was just standing in front of a mirror, holding up one of Beulah's necklaces, and swinging it back and forth. She was singing to herself, "Necklace, necklace, necklace, breaking necklace, breaking necklace, necklace is all gone, necklace is all gone." At that point, I retrieved the necklace and saw that in fact it was not broken (but not for lack of trying!).

She is noticing that everyone has come home today with candy. No one's stash is safe, I'm afraid. My adventures in babysitting have been going pretty well. The little girl I watch is very sweet and easy. Today, she and Goose played pretty well together. I find I am grateful that I seem to have two of everything--two strollers, two zip-up lunch boxes, two stuffed elephants that we can pretend are babies. I did "preschool" this week with the two little girls plus three others. It was much less structured than when I did it with T-Bone and Beulah, but seeing that Goose isn't even three yet, I'm not too concerned. She didn't handle it very well and was very upset when the other girls wanted to sit in her booster chair. I don't think she could identify the letter "Q" if our lives all depended on it, in spite of my best efforts.

Husband and I are halfway through (waiting for Netflix to ship the other disc) the 2006 Masterpiece Theater version of Jane Eyre. I think I have seen at least

one (Orson Wells)

two (William Hurt)

three (Ciaran Hinds)

four (Timothy Dalton)

versions of it so far besides the current one (Toby Stevens)

and it amazes me that I can still be interested in the story. I am not sure what my favorite version is, because I can't remember the William Hurt or Orson Wells ones very clearly. The sexual tension is the best in the Ciaran Hinds movie, especially when he pulls her closes and growls something along the lines of, "I can feel that you want me." I do believe he is the best Mr. Rochester. I'm not sure I approve of the man, of course, being that he wants to drag the pure Jane into a bigamous marraige, but I like his passion.

Okay, I've wasted way to much time harvesting pictures for this excursion and now I am done.