Saturday

On Saturday morning, Bruce, Phoebe, and I went to an Independence Day carnival. I didn't get any pictures because I was in charge of the "bowling booth," but Bruce spent most of his time in a bounce house and Phoebe hung out with me by the bowling pins. Saturday afternoon was less eventful: laundry, dishes, and cleaning up messes that have been piling up during the week. Phoebe is a fully proficient crawler now: she can get around quickly and even pulls herself up. Yesterday she discovered the washing machine. Not only are front-loading washers eco-friendly, but hypnotic as well.
After a morning of bouncing, bowling, and cake-walking, Bruce built a big fort in the living room and a "Hogwarts castle" out of blocks and Legos in his bedroom. Life is good.But life is better when Scott comes home. Here he is complaining about my insistence on taking a picture of him at the end of a long day. Scott's first week in the hospital has been great. He loves working in the psych ward and comes home with all kinds of wacky stories.