|look, I can sit up now! (picture taken at Fin's six month check up. this was before the shots.)|
PS. last night, as Gary and I were visiting in the kitchen (or trying to visit I should say, as the decibals were hovering just below the level that shatters glass), Sawyer comes bounding in, a quizzical look on his face. "mom..." he begins, and then the rest of his sentence was lost in the din of the noise, and all I could see were his lips moving up and down.
"what was that?" I ask, cupping a hand to my ear. raising his voice to near yelling, he repeats what he had just tried to say. "MOM, WHAT IS DOMESTIC TRANQUILITY?"
Gary and I look at each other and burst out laughing. "uh son," I reply. "that would be the exact opposite of what's going on in our house at this very moment."
and hey! speaking of domestic tranquility, today is our 16th wedding anniversary! I just now remembered.