It's extremely late, and I'm extremely needing to go to bed, but I do want to point out that for at least the dozenth time of late, I have had to pluck a sound asleep Jonah off of the floor next to his bed and deposit him back in. I don't know if he falls right out of that toddler bed or climbs out and settles down on the floor, but it is simultaneously creepy and also kind of cute to find him blissfully slumbering face down on a wood floor.
There's not much else going on around here. It was an extremely nice weekend, with a lot of playing in the backyard, eating popsicles, and bringing chalk to the playground so that some of us could write the names of states in order and list the song for each state that Daddy has put on our iPod, until we ran out of chalk at number 15 (Kentucky; Old Kentucky Home). One has to wonder what the kids who came to play at the park today thought when they saw a long list of states and states' songs scrawled in Crazy Four Year Old handwriting all around the play structure. Daddy's personal fave was Nate's adherence to the parenthetical detail when writing number 3 (New Jersey; Jersey Girl (Live)).
There was also a good amount of playing on the play structure; both guys tackled the curly slide, the rock wall, the really scary rock hill, the monkey bars, and, most terrifyingly in Jonah's case, the corkscrew spiral thingie and fireman's pole. We have officially crossed over from being "Don't you want to try it?" parents to "Oh jeez, please slow down and be careful!" parents. Sigh.
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