Me and my big foot

Yes, I posted a picture of my foot and I know what you must be thinking, "Get a pedicure already." Don't I know it—leftover nail polish from this past summer and all! But look closely at my middle toe. Nice bruising, eh? About a week ago I think I broke my toe. But before you send me flowers and feel too badly for me, it really doesn't hurt that much. In fact, with the right shoes on, I barely notice a tinge of pain at all. If it is indeed broken, this is the first bone on my body to break. And I wish there was a glorious story to tell, besides accidentally kicking the bunk bed when getting P. out of her crib in the middle of the night.

Random things you might find in our garage
When we moved into our new house, many outdoor-related items were placed in our garage that we needed to sort through post-move. Tyler has been working on getting our garage in order and we pretty much finished cleaning it out this morning. And you wouldn't believe some of the things we found out there! The most notable item was ultrasound pictures of P. Other items of note: leftover guitar strings, Tyler's wallet-sized diploma from university, and Christmas stockings. All very odd. During the cleaning, S. put on her bike helmet and practiced riding a tricycle. We then got E.'s old bike down and started working with her on that. She was so cute in her little helmet trying to peddle. I was thinking to myself that putting her on a bike all of the time might be a good way to break her of her finger-sucking habit (since she has to hang on to the handlebars). However, at the end of our "training" session, she just leaned forward on the handlebars and put two fingers in her mouth and one up her nose (totally S. style).