
It's amazing how quickly fun and fussing can morph into the other. For example, you're having a great time smacking each other with the giant ball when all of a sudden your playmate stops playing that game without informing you. There is crying and yelling as, suddenly, the same thing that was fun a minute ago now hurts. Someone is in trouble and it's usually the one with the "weapon." Thanks a lot, punk.
Thankfully, this time the direction went from fussing to fun, from yelling to laughter, from (fake) tears to smiles, from hitting to playing. Fun is so much better! I'm a big fan of fun.

















































Nathan took notice every time the zoo train passed us. We didn't ride it this time since we were all getting hungry and it was past Noah's nap time. It's a good thing Grandpa came with us to the zoo. Nathan didn't want to leave and was on the verge of throwing a fit until I told him that we were going to go with Grandpa to lunch and then go to Grandma and Grandpa's house to visit. Suddenly his world was okay again. Bye, zoo!