sittin' up in my PJ's...

still topples over, but getting better at this every day. Fletch is moving up a class at school next week, so he's "visiting" this week. He has already participated in music time, and playground stuff, so this sitting business is going to be very important! I guess monkey bars are next in line. I have actually heard that there is an ice cream day in which the kids are stripped down to their diapers and given an ice cream cone and they get to just go at it- where do I sign up? I guess the adults should probably keep their clothes on, though. Fun with static...

Two things...

Click here for an interesting article about crime, poverty, and people in Memphis. There's so much to learn about this place. It is interesting to see the perspectives of poor Memphians in this article, and also, the plight of our crime fighters. It is an uphill battle, apparently.

Secondly, this website is a friend of a friend's, who has started a fund to benefit kids, parents, and employees of the ICU (either PICU or NICU, not sure) at LeBonheur, in honor of their baby boy that they lost last year, Forrest. I think I may get off of my couch to run this 5K. (If Brian's off, that is, so that he can watch the baby while Eddie and I run/walk). I don't think I can run that far with Fletch yet. Anyway, it's a good cause, and I was so touched by their story- as his parents went through his hospitalization and death while I was still pregnant with Fletcher, I followed their story closely and was really pulling for little Forrest all along. It's funny how you can feel connected to other moms without really knowing them very well at all!

Around Memphis

(the zoo) Marco Polo, with an Italian baby face. (Fletch was too interested in the pole that held up the board, to really give this picture one hundred percent.)
(rhodes pool) As Shea put it, these people make life more fun.
I am afraid he's growing out of this beautiful jumper that Klari gave him, so I'm taking some pictures of this sweet boy, just in case.

Happy Birthday Brian!

Brian's 31, and he's not thrilled about getting older as he keeps working toward his "real job." But I am proud of his patience and dedication in this crazy world of medicine. I actually think we'll be sad when this residency, etc. is over (whenever that may be!). Anyway, babe, happy birthday- You should be proud of all that you've accomplished at this age! (PS, I think we were like 21 in this picture- aren't we cute?)

Funny expressions

I think I taste a dash of rosemary.
A second helping you say?