Gilly helped make waffles this morning. Simon and I both think they're pretty tasty, though my opinion probably carries more weight than Simon's. He doesn't exactly have discriminating taste . . . Lyn pulled a piece of "fuzz" out of his mouth the other day, and put the "fuzz" in the sink.
The "fuzz" unfurled its legs. It was a spider.
The blog posts might be sparse for the next couple of months. My schedule is a little bit overwhelming this term.