Sunday

The reason I blog:  Andy (well, not the WHOLE reason).

He's so funny.  Carrying around his basket of race cars tonight, he found his way into our bedroom where Dada's guitar case was on the floor.  So straddling it, Andy lined his cars along the side, right on the edge.  When those traction-less Matchbox wheels lost their grip on the slippery guitar case and came crashing to the floor, Andy exclaimed with concern filling his voice, "Oh no!  You ok, guys?" 

All this happened so quick, and he didn't re-line them up, so I wasn't able to get a picture.  But just so funny - him, talking to his race cars.  Just another sign that he's becoming a little boy. 

Elizabeth is funny, too.  She's got a new sleep-inducing trick.  She rolls around and squeals in her bed and then falls totally silent.  Her approach to sleep - going from one end of the loud spectrum to the other - isn't much of a surprise.  She goes from happy to screaming mad at the drop of a hat, and then back to happy again.  This girl is all or nothing.  And her middle of the road Mama doesn't quite know what to do with all that ... expression.