And on a lighter note . . .

This morning the Brat came in to wake me up and request her morning yogurt. I asked for a hug, and she responded by saying "Do you want me to get in bed and snuggle, mommy?" Oh yes, I did. There are few better ways to wake up in the morning, and most of them involve caffeine.

The Runt is 8 months old today. 8.Months.Old. I have no idea where the time has gone. He's up on all fours and rocking for all he's worth, and he'll be crawling before the month is out. He got his first taste of ice cream on Sunday, and he was very impressed. Too funny to watch him opening his mouth like a little bird, hoping against hope, that more of the sweet, cold goodness would be making its way in his direction.