I wish I had the camera

Dad took the camera this morning, but I wish I had it to record Griffith sitting in the doorway, absolutely entranced by the beer truck parked outside. He has been watching him for about five minutes (a long time, in toddler time). (For the record, the beer truck is not delivering to our house, but to the store down the street.)

I am in charge because the little incubators of disease passed the stomach bug off to Flora. So I am pulling the morning shift and Dad will be coming home at noon to take over. The weather is perfect for napping. Neither boy seems the least bit interested, though. (Watch them sleep all afternoon for Dad!) So we are hanging out, spreading toys far and wide and listening to the digital broadcast of reggae and wishing the cold, rainy weather away.