The Zoo over Ambuscade Street

Interesting weekend. Have discovered that many things are, in fact, better than a sharp stick in the eye, where "baby finger" is substituted for "stick." Introduced Gray to the joys of gardening, or at least the joys of flinging dirt about and being sprayed with a hose. Also climbing trees, but you can thank Grammy for that little gem. I foresee much future heartache as a result. Also had our first real broken bone scare (nose), thanks to too much enthusiasm and not enough light. Gray is now sporting some lovely red marks on the bridge of his nose and a black eye, which are artfully hidden by liberal application of applesauce in the picture.

We're going to try to go strawberry picking this weekend, which is either genius or the worst idea ever. We'll find out soon...

(Also, insurance determined finally that yes, they'd pay for the damage done by the ruptured pipes. Or at least some of it. But for some reason the work can't start until mid-June, so whatevs. I'm trying to pretend I don't actually own a house at the moment, it's less stressful that way.)