Look who's one!

What's in this place that we can't weather? We're together. There's nothing we can't face. Except for bunnies. -Buffy the Vampire Slayer

This little guy was discovered in our garden yesterday knawing on some weeds. We thought it was rats eating our Tomatoes (which doesn't bother me anyway because tomatoes are nasty). I haven't seen him except in these pictures but I totally want to catch him in case some poor child in the neighborhood has lost their pet. Hopefully he sticks around long enough for me to find time to catch him.

anyone got an advil? or 8 spare hours I could have each day?

I. am. so. tired. and every responsibility in my life feels like I'm getting a freight train dropped on me.

Oh, the symphonies these two compose!

Child rearing from the "experts"

From babycenter's weekly e-mail for 11 month olds: "Many can babble in short sentences that sound like a foreign language, too. Keep talking to your child, naming and labeling objects and people. The more you do, the faster his vocabulary will grow."

I can just see it now:

Me: "Look Levi. That's a loser and that's a druggie and that's a weirdo...."
Him: "akdjlkjadkljflakdfkafiivlll....loser. kadfkadjfj....bruggie. a;ldhalhdiha....weirdo."

If you think sleep walking is fun...

try sleep driving. There's nothing like putting all your attention and energy into forcing your eyes to stay open and focus, only to realise that they're not open at all. and the car you're driving is still moving and hasn't hit anything yet.

I can't seem to sleep well at night anymore, but that's kind of just how life is. Anyone have tips for making yourself stay awake and alert on the road (besides "get enough sleep" and "caffein." neither of those is gonna happen.) besides windows down and radio blaring?

in other news, Levi has come close to giving himself a black eye twice in the last week. Last week he fell on a cell phone and split his eye open in the corner. it bled a lot, but it's a little enough cut that he's healing without the need for stitches. the other time he did it we had forgotten to buckle his carseat to the bench in his grandma's van and he tipped backwards and scuffed up his cheek on his eye socket a little. poor kid. We're lucky that's all that happened. One thing's for sure: he's ALWAYS going to be buckled now. (Not that he shouldn't have been before...)

I love to see the temple, I'll dance inside someday...

Emma (over phone): Daddy, when you come home (from work), you will go to the temple. and I will go to the temple. And Levi will go and Mommy will go!

Me: The Temple? What would we do there?

Emma: Uhhmmm.....Dance!!!

I wonder who she's been talking to about what goes on in a temple.