I think I'm going to start blogging again. Nothing terribly interesting to anyone who doesn't like babies, or at least my baby, but there are so many things I don't want to forget.
And I looked at preschool applications, I'm already behind keeping track of when he did things and writing it down here will be a good way to keep track! ugh. Why do there have to be preschool applications?? And more importantly, why am I already worried about preschool applications when we don't live in a city where it's hard to get your kid in and he won't go for another 2 years??? Crazy mama.
We were in the very neglected garden today (when people ask me how the garden is this year, I reply, "The baby is doing great!") digging up sweet potatoes. They thrived under my neglect this year, and we were having a great old time eating dirt (Ezra) and uncovering all these bright magenta potatoes (me). In between mouthfuls of dirt (can 13 month olds have Pica?) Ezra did a little digging and yelled out, "Purple! Purple!"
I just about fell over since I had no idea he knew what purple was.