Nothing very exciting has been happening around our house this past month. We went to Cherry Hill one last time before it closed for the winter. That was a great investment.
We've gone to the park just about every day, and I am already dreading the snow. What are we going to do?! Brigham will probably continue to take Jack's toys and run away screaming with delight, while Jack runs crying after him with a scary I'm-gonna-kill-you-Brigham-look in his eyes. Then I will proceed to yell to/at Jack from the other room to stop and ask nicely. Then Jack will come crying to me, saying, "Mommy you have to say sorry because you hurt my feelings." Hope at least one of us survives.
He also enjoyed putting sand everywhere!