Tuesday Night

The children are in bed.

They are not all sleeping, but at least they're quiet. And I can handle that.

Not much has been happening here - we've been getting together things for Halloween.

It's nice to just be.

Sam has three words now - "cat", "dog" and "cookie". It sounds like he's working on "this" when he's pointing out something he wants, but we're still trying to figure it out. He's started a thing where he's "Hulking out" and tenses up all his muscles when he's excited - it's cute and we'll try to get a picture. His interest level is rising in walking - he's taking a few steps here and there, but mainly relies on crawling. It seems, not because he has to, but because he wants to get places as quickly as possible.

We took our semi-annual pilgrimmage to Fenway last Sunday. It was kind of cool (and downright cold) - as we rounded the corner from The Fens and saw the Park and Caroline says (totally unprompted) - "That's Fenway Park." We're still trying to figure out how she knew, since from that angle it really doesn't look like a ballpark and she's only seen a game or two on television. She has an amazing memory, though. It was neat to see Johnny Pesky's number up on the outside facade. We are a bit disappointed in the outcome of the game, but grateful to finally get some sleep. And we've never had a bad meal at the BeerWorks. We didn't get many pictures simply because it was so cold out.