And now for Something Ridiculous...
I have been meaning to do this post for a while now, wanting to update you on the cookie dough sale and the other adoption-related stuff - I even sat down once and tried to write - but I've been completely uninspired. Then we came home yesterday to a letter in the mail addressed to "Bawrence Shelton (A really bad misspelling of Steve's actual first name, Lawrence) (seriously, is that even a name), and I was amused. That was followed by an evening of mishaps as a neighbor kicked a ball into our yard, and Tyler, in trying to toss it back over the fence into their yard managed to get it stuck twenty-five feet up in their tree, after which he walked off sheepishly leaving them to fend for themselves. It was, after all, their ball, their yard, and their tree, so that made it their problem, right? Five minutes later, if that, Trevor wiped out on the kitchen floor and collided with the table. When I asked what caused the fall, he said he slipped in pickle juice. For real?