Griffin: "When I grow up I'll be a Daddy. And when you grow up, Daddy, you will be a boy. And I will hold your hand."

Yesterday, Berit lost the first of her two front teeth and got $3 for it from the tooth fairy.

Rowan is very much into the gymnastics and climbing up and flipping off of me. We started doing this number where I would raise her up onto my shoulders and then she would jump off into the love sack. Today, it went awry however, and Rowan ended up going straight down and hurting herself.

Bad Daddy. No more of that trick.

Griffin has gotten to be very good at communicating and has evolved from his barbarian-boy 2nd year to his sensitive third year. If we get mad at him, or don't give him what he feels he deserves, he'll often burst into tears and sulk off crying, "Daddy's not my friend anymore..."

Today, Rowan hiked all the way to the top of Mt. Sanitas with Pam and I. She's definitely our little hiker! Didn't complain once, kept right on pushing it all the way to the top! We were flabbergasted. Next: Berit.