fabulous saturday

So, the day started off just great. I woke up in the middle of the night to find that Ellie had wiggled out of her aplix diaper cover, which was around her ankles. You can imagine what that meant for the rest of her clothes and the sheets.

Then, after we got up, Tristan had a huge tantrum because he wanted pasta for breakfast. Toddlers.

I guess the day still has some potential, though. Some out-of-town relatives are here and we're going over to visit with them later. Jon is feeling pretty good; either the surgery wasn't bad or he's just a hardass, but he's only taken one prescribed pain pill and one ibuprofen since he's been home.

A photo dug up from January 2004...I think he was pretty hot with a beard.