Random thoughts

When do deer sleep? I have seen groups of deer at all hours of the day and night, and I’m wondering, do they graze in shifts? Now that I think about it, the only deer I’ve seen late at night have been while I was driving in Arkansas. Maybe Arkansas grows partying deer.

Why is it when you’re traveling and listening to the radio, the station always fades out in the middle of that really cool song that you haven’t heard in five years?

Stuff I had forgotten after 7 years

Teeth hurt. ‘Nuff said.

Babies love learning to do new things. Blake’s latest thing is raspberries. No, not the fruit. Somehow, the things that are normally really cute just aren’t as fun when it involves wearing green beans.

Sleep is a valuable commodity. So is “me” time.

Jack is learning new things, too. He *loves* his brother and thinks he’s the greatest thing in the world. Apparently, you *can* have too much of a good thing, though. Jack told me yesterday, “You just don’t know how good it is to be a single kid until it’s gone.”