Poop Floats

We've reached another first. Bruce sawed a log in the tub, which is floating between the rubber duckie and the upside-down tugboat. Awesome.

The week was relatively uneventful otherwise. I was supposed to run an all-night relay, but the weather was so awful that the race director shortened it into a 5.3-mile race and called it a night. It was still good though. I came out of it with a cool T-shirt, a flashing light stick, a few bags of potato chips, and about 10 mosquito bites.

Bruce is walking around on the floor like an ape right now. He's been doing this thing where he keeps his knees off the ground and sticks his bum way up when he crawls. I'll have to get a picture of that to put up.