Favorite things

Besides raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, one of my favorite things is when I go to pick up Boden from daycare and the older kids, who apparently keep an ever watchful eye on who pulls into the driveway, yell out a chorus of "It's Boden's mom", "Boden's mom is here!", and "Pat, Boden's mom is here to pick him up.". I suspect these kids are also great at informing Pat who wronged them during the day and the goings on of anyone who might be doing something forbidden, but, gosh, do I love hearing the words "Boden's mom" and knowing that that's me.

Little B had a rough week as three top teeth (it looks like the two front teeth and a fang) fought their way through his red inflamed gums to the surface. Considering everything that was going on in his mouth, he actually did fairly well sleeping and was mostly pleasant. Yesterday, though, he was stricken with either allergies (since everyone has mowed their lawn and the ragweed is out with a vengeance) or he got a cold: his nose produced oodles of green goop last night and it was plastered over most of his face this morning. Poor dude.

(Pictures: Boden, 10 months old yesterday, showing off the new teeth; Kitchen update: Cabinets in and we're slowly moving stuff back in to the cabinets we can use)