I've been feeling so very round in the middle. You can see it, right? Even Nate, the round-belly skeptic agreed last night as I went down the stairs to do a little treadmill exercise in the basement that the roundness was indeed coming from me. (Twelve weeks, apple seed.)
Calvin was a teensy bit grumpy, denying any desire to put on his daytime clothes (pronounced "dime clothes" if you're two) earlier this morn.
But then a vintage fire engine extracted all of his grump,
and he suddenly became agreeable and adorable and had some really good ideas about how to spend our time today. He wanted me to push him in the stroller to the library so he could play on the car table they have (it has tape making roads and train tracks) while I read a new book for a few minutes.
And we stayed outside till nearly six, which is amazing because that means the sun doesn't go down before six anymore! PS This picture is to show that although our backyard looks like a pastoral country scene, we are just feet from our neighbors on either side, just like you.