This last one is meant to represent a NASTY homeopathic tincture I got from our naturopathic doctor, which tastes like absolute rot. It is a testament to how run down I am feeling that I am choking this stuff down no less than three times a day. I will do anything to get my energy back at this point. Please let me know if you have any ideas (other than flying to California for some needles from her, and spend a weekend convalescing here). In the meantime, I can't get too down when priceless works of art such as this one greet me when I come home:
That's right, the little guy's first foray into finger painting. How much do I love this? The idea of a bunch of under-one-year-olds messing around in paint at daycare is enough to bring a smile to my face, and the finished product? I am sorry, but I think it is just genius, and clearly a commentary on the change of seasons and the snow that is soon to come. Baby J, you are the next Picasso.