Slices of the weekend

I sat on the couch reading my book while Finn played, quietly, in the playroom.  I honestly think that is the first time in four years that simultaneous mommy reading/Finn playing has occurred, for any sustained amount of time.  Eventually Finn came over and asked about my book.  As I stared at the page, reading silently, he said, "Well, read, Mommy."  I attempted to explain the concept of reading in ones head...

Wylie is now crawling from room to room exploring the house at his leisure.  So, we are stepping up the baby proofing and reminding ourselves to watch him more closely.  Jason stepped out the back door to tell me something and commented that Wylie was really on the move.  I asked with a bit of alarm, "Where is he?!  You won't let him fall down the steps?!"  Jason laughed at and was insulted by my alarm and continued our conversation.  A moment later, BONK, Wylie takes a header down one step onto the landing out the back door.  Neglegant parnets.

Jason's level of coolness has reached a new level, with his four-year old approved and applied tat!

My little Wylie does not nap for us as well as he does for Sammy during the week.  (So, instead of sleeping he is hanging out in his exersaucer, chewing on a pacifier, and chattering to himself as I type.)  Yet when I put him down for his nap he is obviously tired.  As I sing to him, holding him in my arms, he sweetly sighs and puts his head on my shoulder.

I am proud of us for finally making use of our apples this weekend.  Jason (and Finn) made apple pie and I made squash and apple soup.