Garbage Day

Every Tuesday morning is Garbage Day. Garbage Day is not the day we take out the trash to the curb, rather it is the following morning, when the big truck comes and takes our stuff.

Tuesday morning also happens to be the one weekday the boys can sleep in rather than going to Grandma's house. It's Grandma's Day Off and a babysitter comes to our home on Tuesdays. As it turns out, despite the freedom to sleep in, Tuesday is the one day both boys happily hop out of bed at the crack of dawn.

As I'm getting ready for work each Tuesday, I hear the following sounds in quick succession:
1. Diesel garbage truck turns up our street.
2. Four little feet hit the floor running.
3. The rolling window shade flies up and spins around crazily.
4. "Garbage truck!"

One Tuesday I popped my head in with the camera to capture the following memory. After all, Tuesdays and other big events should be memorialized.

These are a few of my favorite things.

[This evening, after bedtime prayers.]

Dan: Who do you love, Jeremy?

Jeremy: I love Jeremy.

Dan: Who else do you love?

Jeremy: I love Mommy. I love Evan. I love Daddy. I love Curious George and I love Cars.

FINALLY

I finally figured out how to log into blogger again.

THIS is a recent, updated picture of my very-grown-up boys. (Do not be deceived, they are not dressed in their "church" clothes; no, they are showing off their "office" clothes.)