T-R-O-U-B-L-E

Chapter One: Franny

Backstory: Last week we had one of our favorite dinners planned: pasta carbonara with bruschetta.  Craig spent the morning baking fresh bread, slicing it, rubbing it with olive oil, and making it into toast.  He tossed our Farmer's Market tomatoes with garlic and olive oil so the flavors could absorb.  When I got home that evening everything was ready.  Our mouths were watering to eat that bruschetta.  

 Then Craig dropped the glass lid to our pasta pan and glass went flying everywhere.  On the tables, on the countertops, into the living room.  We couldn't stand throwing that food out, but we did and took the kids to Pizza Hut.  We almost cried.

Fast forward a few days.  We keep thinking about that meal.  We decide to try again.  Craig makes the bread, toast.  The other half of our Farmer's Market tomatoes.  I call him on my way home from work.  Everything is great, supper is almost on the table.  Mouths watering.

Craig turns around.  Where are the tomatoes that have been marinating all day with garlic and olive oil?  They were right there on the counter.  He looks around and sees this:

 

 

In case you can't tell, that's a tricycle.  In case you can't tell, the tomatoes that were supposed to be topping our bruschetta are now topping a cargo of mulch that has been hauled in from outside.

Thank you, Franny.

Chapter Two: Atticus:

Atticus walks into the living room this morning.  He has a mysterious red mark on his face.  Craig says, "Atticus, what happened to your face?"  

I had to get rid of my whiskers.

Good Grief.

On a happier note, when Craig picked Atticus up from school yesterday, the teacher said, "If I could chose one word to describe Atticus, it would be joyful.  That kid is so full of joy."

In honor of that, I thought I'd post one of my favorite flashback pictures of the Doodlebug.  Here he is at 8 months old:

Joyful.