::He's as sweet and lovey as they come. He will come right up to you and kiss your nose, your ears, your eyelids while saying, "I wuv you, I wuv you, I wuv you" over and over again. He makes my heart melt and I already lament the fact that one day he will likely love another woman more than me. And yet pure mischief. Proudly bringing me a large empty bottle of baby oil, which he dumped. On the carpet. "Sowy, sowy, sowy. I not do it again" (and he didn't do that again, although I did just discover that he dumped a cup of water. On the same carpet). And then a smile and a twinkle in his mischievous eyes. Oh my, this boy.
::Growing so quickly, and just like that everything is green inside and out. This is the week.
::Chocolate chip pancakes which my husband declared were the best he's ever had (while Zosia looked over his shoulder saying, "Not so much brown sugar. They have chocolate chips,dad!" I never knew children would be such upholders of virtue and moderation).
:: The sweet potato has sprouted. It took about two months (!), which we speculate was due to some treatment they give grocery store potatoes to prevent sprouting. But we waited and waited, and there it is. Now does anyone know whether we can translate this into sweet potatoes in the garden, and how?