Tonight I went on a long walk to pass the time during Catherine's soccer practice and encountered this cute little pond. It was very peaceful.
We all worked to organize some toys and get rid of a bunch of things and move things to attic storage, but we all had a lot of fun playing with the baby toys.
Every single summer day Owen awoke with the sun ready to go. He'd drag me out of bed every morning. Now, just 3 days into the school year he sleeps in like a champ and I am dragging him out of bed every morning. Can someone explain psycho-somatic sleep?

