Not much to report this evening.

The jellyfish have arrived at the beach, so now we are getting into the water with a little bit of trepidation.

Big E keeps having a reoccurring dream that Tim breaks his hand at work and it gets put back together with paint.

Baby E is officially obsessed with waffles. We’ve had to cut him back a bit. He cried himself to sleep tonight for want of a waffle. Poor baby.

The probability that my children will eat a dinner I have prepared goes exponentially down, the longer I spend in the kitchen. (Longer time = more interesting recipe = less chance of my kids eating  it. *sigh*)