Morning Walk

On our morning walk Sophie observed a dead, dried-up, curled-up worm on the sidewalk. This is what she said about it: "I want to pet him. He's bootiful. He's great." Yes, Sophie, and God looking over him in worm heaven would agree.

Also, Rhys is finally beginning to crawl. Will this motivate me to clean my floors. No. My mom suggested strapping swiffer cloths onto his knees and let him do the work. But I know there's a child labor law somewhere...