All My Children

Leah slept for seven straight hours last Thursday night, and for five straight hours the other night, but has not duplicated either feat since. I would be happy to settle for anything more than four hours with any kind of regularity.

On Friday, Avery decided he was going to make the cat beautiful. He painted Nutmeg with purple glitter. She had it all over her from head to tail and is still tearing fur off to get rid of the glitter, poor thing.

On Monday, when Zachary and I were going to pick Avery up from school, Zach heard a commercial for Snowshoe, West Virginia on the radio. He said to me, "Grandma and Grandpa live in West-Ginia." My bright boy isn't even three yet, but he is certainly paying attention to what he hears around him.