I forgot to mention on my last musings post that our fun fireworks enjoyment ended abruptly with Tristan slipping on the stairs, banging his nose and bleeding all over the carpet. There is an alarming amount of blood in the nose.
This weekend the kids were all playing hide and seek and Tristan decided to hide in the downstairs closet. After about 7 or 8 minutes had gone by and no one had found him, he yelled out, "Do you "forgive up"?
Thomas likes going to the gym with our friends and playing with the balls and "frisserbees".
We were trying to decide on a family movie to watch last night and Brooke piped up, 'How about "Anne of Green Maples"?' (You know, the one where Anne starts her own syrup making business.)