Ok, I am getting daily emails from people (you know who you are, people) who are "tired of looking at a handful of beans." Sorry, sorry. They are really good beans! And we've been muscling through a hard couple of weeks in the sleep department. I think things are on the mend though, and we feel pretty ready for the evil time change.
Aside from our sleep woes, things have been really great at Chez Stewart Harvey. We enjoyed the phujeezus out of my oldest friend's wedding, we planted three pounds of garlic, we got visits from two uncles, one aunt, and
Oscar's main squeeze, we turned three bushels of apples into applesauce, and Oscar's vocabulary and interest in
doing stuff is growing daily. Little Mister turned the crank on the applesauce peeler for at least a bushel of those apples and he his happiest standing on a chair in the kitchen with some sort of task (ideally water related, ahem). He's started to put things away ("'way!") - books, shoes, jammies, etc., and we've reached the point where we have to spell the word 'walk' because when he hears it he heads over to the door, grabs his shoes and jacket and begins to holler "walk! walk! walk!" Yah, even if it's five minutes before bedtime, the kid lives for being outside. On that note - any tips in the toddler glove department? We need to gear up for the cold. Maybe we'll just have him wear that tiger suit, it's got mittens and a hat! (Aside to my mother: ok, he is stinking cute in that suit but you swore it and I'm putting it here for proof: no more prefab costumes! Starting next year I will officially be a Really Bad Mom if I don't make my kid's costume. Mothering ethics, I tell you.)
Cute, right? At some point yesterday he just walked into my office in this getup and deadpanned "rawr." As he stood looking at me I could hear B busting a gut around the corner. Good times.
