1. For all those wishing to avoid the electronic babysitter (or, as in my case, about to claw their eyes out if one more second of Dora echoes through the house) may I suggest chickens? This is our routine: scatter some rice for the chickens, close screen door, plop baby in front of screen door. Guaranteed 10-20 minutes of baby entertainment.
2. This is not only a huge tarantula in my bathroom, it is evidence that I am not the same person I was four years ago. When I yelled to Daniel that there was a tarantula as big as a baby's head in the bathroom, he said, "Well chase it out." And I did. By myself, with a broom and no shrieking. Who am I?
3. And here we have much cuteness. The babes was supervising Daniel in watering our corn. We're quite sure he will grow up to be a farmer.
