Blame him...

... for all the neglect. Ear infections (yes, multiple), a stomach virus, and general physical exhaustion on the part of his mother. It is tough chasing a toddler!

This baby is still growing. She actually flips and flops around quite a bit. Dillon has resigned himself to having a baby sister. "Like Aba?" he asks hopefully, remembering the chubby cousin he tugged around all weekend. "Um, yes. Like Ava." Whatever makes you not cry when I talk about the baby.














Daniel and I are going to Canton this weekend. Remember, last year? Canton? Huge flea market? Lots of people? Hot in November? Yeah, that place. The people in the photo on that link have obviously just arrived and there is still a brisk morning breeze. After a day at Canton, you look and feel more like damp armpit hair.

Okay, that is so gross, I am getting off now. I am obviously delirious from all the mothering and frolicking I am doing. Hopefully my next post will be 1) more cheerful, 2) more timely, and 3) less disgusting.