Monday, October 17, 2011


Taylor and I made killer Eggplant Parmesan for dinner yesterday. Rog helped. That's the story of Rog. Every day Blaine goes to Kindergarten and Rog doesn't know what to do with himself. He refuses to play with toys, even if I offer to go up to the playroom with him. He just wants to help. He gets baby wipes and dusts the furniture (and everything else he can think of). He runs with a bowl out to the garden and picks tomatoes. He sprays 409 all over the kitchen floor and wipes it with a cloth. He chops celery with a butter knife for the soup I'm making. And on. And on.

It is precious. I love it.