Blind pedestrian on Duncan Street

I don't have much to post about, and I can't come up with a good title. So I just thought I'd write something ridiculous that Jerry would understand.

I'm feeling blah again since the weather has cooled off. It's amazing how much that affects my spirits. That little bit of spring was such a tease. I was just chatting with Lisa on the phone, and I think we're both looking forward to the kids not being sick, to good weather and outdoor play dates. Last summer was a blur of breastfeeding and puking and c-section recovery, and I'm anxious to enjoy time with both boys this year.

I'm guessing Grady's going to be walking by the summer, and that's going to be so much fun. He's already moved from cruising on the furniture to pushing his little wheeled walk-behind all over the house. He zips from one end to the other, stopping every now and again to make sure you're watching him. And it's when I'm not watching closely enough that he manages to climb halfway up the stairs or behind the couch--there's just no stopping him lately.

There's no stopping Evan either. Mike was just remarking the other night that it's rare to not understand Ev anymore. He's talking better and just being more conversational, which is a real treat for us. One of his biggest issues is dealing with people when he's not expecting it. For example, if he sees his teacher in Wal-Mart, or one of his classmates at the hospital, he just shuts down. He gets very quiet, he might cry a little, and he won't look at that person at all. But yesterday, he saw one of his classmates at therapy and he didn't freak out. He even went under the chairs where his buddy was hiding to help him out. It was a surprise to me and Ev's therapists, but these things keep happening. He's just getting better and better, and we're really proud of him.