Helluva week

One day I will look back at this moment in my life and long for the chaos and excitement and exhaustion that I'm feeling. But for now, all I can do is memorialize it. A few of the big events that transpired over the weekend include Patrick starting solids, Carly getting a bob haircut and losing her first tooth, Greg getting hit by a car and Teddy starting to shave.

We survived. Greg and Teddy are fine so far, although both lost a little blood. Some have suggested that Greg's accident was karma paying him back for his own reckless driving. I decline comment. Carly's hair is adorable. She lost-lost her tooth, as in she has no clue where it went, but it was wiggly one moment and MIA the next. Just in case the tooth fairy wasn't paying attention, she left her a note explaining the situation. Patrick's enthusiasm for food is hilarious. As Lyle Lovett says "fat babies have no pride". Peas, pickles, cucumbers, avocados. Perhaps time to start with another color. Eh, next week.