Blue Sand Blues

Nothing is more exciting than sand in your child's diaper and in your bed and in---everything. You know this as a parent. It's even better if it's really in the diaper. As in, oh, that was yesterday's second breakfast.

Now imagine this sand is blue and you're taking it up a few notches to "what on earth was I thinking?" fun.

Then imagine your toddler, who has a beard of blue sand, getting into the bird seed and pouring it all over your dining room hardwood floors. I am still picking seed out of my toes even though I did actually vacuum the floors.

Sophia has so many new words and signs I've sort of just stopped keeping track. She can sign "potato"--she loves the apple of the earth--and can say "strawberry" quite clearly.

Fiona misses her friends and I took her to the public pool to meet one of them and we happened upon another classmate, too. The swimming thing was really becoming something I could see myself doing often, but now it seems the rain is back again. I even found a place for swimming lessons.

Fiona has a new parakeet and his name is "Tweety Sweety". Or maybe it's "Sweety Tweety". He seems very calm and even lets her stroke his belly.