Sunny Days

This morning I felt like I lived on Sesame Street.  Scott and I left the house, him on his (borrowed) quadricycle -- it's a funny little bike thing -- to walk across the street and get his first real haircut.  We stopped and talked to 2 neighbors.  We ran into a friend and her son, heading over to the park.  He got a haircut without fussing once (though when the hairdresser tried to use the buzzer, he turned and looked at her and said "Stop it. Please." very politely, but very firmly).  On the way home, he ate his lollipop and waited patiently at the crosswalk, where a man in a van called out "Hello! We just found out my wife here is pregnant! She would like to know where you got your maternity dress!"

What an adorable neighborhood morning.

Fast asleep for a nap -- I'm going to miss being able to carry both of my sleeping children at the same time.