Sunday

Frightening. Grace brought this photograph home from yesterday’s “rock star” party. I think she looks 16. Terrifying.
Luckily Whit remains 4 and a total ham. Notice the bedhead, not remotely subdued by midday. We went to see Cloudy With a Chance of Meatballs (has been one of my very favorite books since childhood, and both G & W also love it). I’ve never seen a movie in 3D before! Whit kept pushing his glasses on his head like a headband, and I kept hissing at him, “Whit! Put on your shades!”