As my sweet little one cries from bed, "Stop computering and walk in here. Go to bed with me" I must fight the urge to lay with him. He has been a tough one come bed time since the move, so once again we turn to tough love at bedtime. God give us strength! This week Boyd discovered his love of washing dishes, enjoyed the crunch of a perfect Macintosh apple, the necessity of floss when a peel gets stuck between ones teeth, and playing pretend with window decorations. He refers to the scarecrow as scaretwitch, and the turkey (not pictured) as chicken. He told me they weren't scared of each other because Scaretwitch was the turkey's dad.