Today I got a call from daycare saying Caleb had busted his lip causing it to bleed and swell. He was trying to drive two cars at once putting all his weight onto the cars, he fell and hit his face on the floor. Greg said "he's fine" with the "that's what boys do" attitude, while I babied him appropriately. Caleb seemed proud of his ouchie, such a boy. It's funny how attentive kids can be. Last night I was digging through the trash looking for a letter I had lost when I hear "oo0h nasty mommy" from Caleb. I guess I had pointed out to him it was nasty to mess with the trash, and he was reminding me of that fact. It was pretty funny. We're still on the "meemo" (nemo) thrill, I can't seem to find anything that interests him more, but nemo is getting old fast.

Caleb and monte love to play tug-a-war. Monte is good about being gentle with Caleb, and sometimes lets Caleb win.