Why don't you stay behind?

Last night I had several odd dreams. In the worst one, my teeth were falling out. We were also visiting Mike's cousin and her new twins, and eating ham. I looked this up in my dream dictionary, and it said teeth falling out meant I was aware of an impending change, and the ham meant that I was looking to preserve something. Not too far off, I suspect.

Grady is on the floor playing with one of Mike's business cards, alternately chewing a corner and holding it up to show me. Evan is back at school for the first day in two weeks. He wasn't too anxious to go, and it didn't help that the bus was early for the first time this year. But he got on the bus with his teeth brushed and shoes tied, so he was as ready as he was going to be.

We're all still a little out of whack from the long Easter weekend. It feels like it's Tuesday, and I woke up hoping it was Saturday. We spent the weekend with Mike's family in Cleveland, but the snowy weather kept us indoors and forced us all to be more creative with egg hunts and activities for the kids. Evan was not into egg hunting at all this year, but he did enjoy his basket. Grady was more into chewing on everything he could find, including hunks of PlayDoh.

G's second tooth finally made it's way through, and now he's got two little bottom chompers. He's wanting to chew and eat everything he can get his hands on. He's also not happy with baby food anymore--he only wants things he can pick up himself. He doesn't eat a ton though, so it's been hard to find things to feed him without putting out a lot of effort to prepare them. Everyone in this house is on a different meal plan, I swear.

Now the two of us are off to tidy up. Evan's behavioral specialist is coming this afternoon and there are toys everywhere. Time to crank up the iTunes and get to work.