After spending a very long, very glorious weekend in the Redwoods with our glorious friends (photos will undoubtedly follow), today was a little quieter.
Sylvan read a whole book this afternoon. It wasn't short; it did have lots of pictures and jokes about toilets.
Despite the fact that there were cupcakes with whipped cream for dessert to celebrate a certain 39-year-old's birthday, someone fell asleep at dinner. It's so hard to be 3.
Happy Birthday honey!