I absolutely get lost in your writing it's amazing. Keep it up.

HA! I love it.

A story worthy of your blog: Yesterday Joe came to me pointing to his forehead and making his "I got an owie" face. He had been playing on a chair next to our kitchen butcher block. Sure enough, he had a big goose-egg. The weird part is that he also had tomato all over his face, and tomato seeds in his hair. And there was a squashed tomato on the floor.

WHAT HAPPENED? Did he fall ONTO a tomato? But how did it end up all over his head? I'll never know. Ah, the mysteries.

You know those swinging poles at playgrounds? The ones where you go from one to the other to cross from one art of the structure to another? And they move when you touch them and they are different heights and stuff so you are swinging and climbing at the same time? I found out today that Daniel can cross those. And he was focused on the big kids not what he was doing.

I can't even climb a tree. It must be wonderful.