Alex and I, since Bella has moved ALL THE WAY UPSTAIRS to her "big girl" room, are ourselves now learning how to be "big kids" again. We're enjoying the heck out of each other, mainly in the form of laughing. A lot. And loudly, because we won't wake up any small people with hair-trigger sleep reflexes. Late tonight, the thing that has us going most is listening, via a baby monitor, to our supposed-to-be-sleeping daughter upstairs in her room running in circles, belting out movie songs (tonight's favorite is "Gaston," and the only lyric she seems to know for sure is "GASTON!" every few seconds), jumping on the bed, blowing bubbles in her crazy-straw water cup, and flushing the toilet. I can't even be annoyed, because this is precisely the child that I was at that age. As they say around these parts, I'm "payin' for my raisin'." My poor mother.
Also...when I tell you that the fog down here in this holler where we now live is spooky--you believe me! These were taken about 3 steps outside my kitchen door.