On Wednesday morning, Griffin and I are having a bath. He gathers up all the yellow rubber ducks, one at a time.
"My ducky," he says as he picks up each one. He's hoarding duckies.

I had my ACL surgery yesterday, and so I'm going to be doing a lot of lying around the house. I think Berit's psyched about it, and has proferred her help in keeping Griffin off of my knee.