Fresh Tomatoes in March

We keep inflicting you with sugary cuteness and today is more of the same. This is a song John the Rabbit, an old crop picking song. I'm not sure, when we drop our kids off at school, if they ship our kids out to the country to cut tobacco, though I'm certain we're not in season. We are very proud of Maureen - she is smart and has a good handle of the language at an early age. She does seem much more advanced than her peers in her class, though I realized they will all catch up quickly - we all learn at our own pace.

Just yesterday Rowan crouched down on all fours and started rocking towards objects in his sight. You can tell he's considering the mechanics of crawling. I suspect he won't be a creeper and just go straight to crawling. Though we will be overjoyed about his progress, it will make our lives a tad harder in keeping up with him. Right now, we can walk into another room to do something and not have to worry about where he will go, or what he will put in his mouth (everything in his path goes into his mouth.)