The boys and I were out for a post-Starbucks walk on Saturday morning and found a yard sale- and a major SCORE. We got Jack a play tent for a mere three dollars. The tent was immediately set up in the basement, and Jack had a great time crawling in there, dragging in toys- all the stuff we figured he'd be doing.
Sunday, the three of us were having a lazy morning and Steve was balancing the checkbook. As he was one sum away from being done, Jack raced over and hit the 8 key. Then he grabbed the calculator out of his dad's hand, ran away, and dove into his tent, laughing his head off all the way. It was quite possibly the funniest thing I saw all weekend.
On a less cheery note, Jack is working on a new tooth and a runny nose. Blech.