toads and oatmeal.

So, just now I went out to our patio to pick up some of the damage the storms had done lately...including knocking over the stroller. When I went to pick it up, out jumped this TOAD. He's pretty big, too, at least for living in an cemented-over apartment complex. Needless to say, I was caught totally by surprise and my heart is still returning to it's normal pace. Anyway, we finished up the Face the Truth tour on Saturday, and we've settled back into our usual routine. The second part of the tour was great, though. And, while protesting in Evanston on Saturday, a pregnant girl was persuaded not to have an abortion. And that makes the whole thing worth it. Ambrose has discovered the joy in pulling himself up on things. Particularly the dishwasher, when it's open, so he can pull all the silverware out of the basket. He has 5 teeth poking through right now. All at once. 4 on top, one on the bottom. Oh, and he loves LOVES oatmeal.