Here we go...

I've decided posts aren't much fun without a picture. I can't find the charger for my camera battery, which is dead, dead, dead. So, I don't have any pictures, and this might not be such a fun post. You have been warned. (After I get that Christmas letter finished, I'll look for the charger....)

Anyway. One morning I was hurrying to get the kids out the door to catch the bus. (Actually, this is most mornings as of late...) We had prayers without H. I could hear him in the kitchen rustling something plastic. After I got the two out the door and on their way I went to the kitchen to see what little H was up to.

Imagine a super proud grin on a 2-year old's face as I see him standing on a stool next to the counter. A juice box (that didn't make it into the lunch sack) with a straw poked into it is in front of him...at just the right height for him to suck on the straw.

Yes, while we were praying, he was unwrapping a straw and poking it into the juice box.

Upside: He's got remarkable fine motor skills.
Downside: Now he knows juice comes in an unwatered-down version.