June 18

I'm sick.

I sound like a man-frog in a library, and I have medicine head out the wazoo.

When Chris came home from work, I may or may not have handed the baby off to him and headed right up to bed, blatantly disregarding dinner or bedtime activites, only to wake just in time to kiss Caleb good night.

But this morning?

I felt nothing but sheer delight as Caleb ate his first tomato.

This was not just any tomato, though.

I grew it myself.

He definitely appreciated the fruits of my labors.

I love the tomato seed dripping down his chin!

After he ate half of the tomato, he remembered that the whole reason he wanted it in the first place was because it was a ball.

And then we played catch with a half-eaten tomato.

What a glorious morning.