Alien Pods/ What's in a name?

Today my driveway is alien free, after my sister, her partner and the giruvian pod child started their return journey to the mothership this morning. It was nice to catch up with them and spend some time with the pod, who turned out to be extremely cute and highly photogenic. (she's the little one....) She reminds me a bit of firstborn son at that age....I think it's the curls.

On the home front, things are OK....firstborn is deep in assignment mode, as well as training hard for his TKD grading next month. Second son is recovering after a couple of days of something nameless that involved stomach pain and a temperature. He is also grading next month, so the punching bag on the deck is getting a serious workout in preparation for the big day.

FF has decided that Planet Hartwell needs a name. (other than Planet Hartwell, I guess.) He's voting for "Twin Peaks" since our front deck is now wrapped in plastic, courtesy of the cafe blinds we installed a couple of weeks back. I'm scared to ask the boys for their thoughts.