Notes from Andrew

Andrew was rifling though his drawers one recent morning as we got dressed.  He considered the cotton waffle knit top below, but decided against it, remarking to himself: "This is my fancy shirt, for weddings."

He has been to one wedding (at which he sported a formal shirt and tie) and since then he has seemed to conflate any sort of large party with a wedding.  He also recently told me that weddings are where mommies grow babies in their bellies, seemingly mixing up major life milestones.

In other news, I got a kick out of this Thanksgiving craft that Andrew made at preschool.  Greg and I are thankful that we made Andrew's list this year.  Better luck next year, Graham.  Maybe by then you'll be more interesting and able to compete with chicken nuggets.