We took the kids to Traintown in Sonoma last Sunday. What a strange little place that was. My husband mentioned while we were crammed onto the train "what a cool place this would have been to come and smoke pot. Just climb over the fence and hide out." Hm, the place did kind of smell of urine, so I wonder if there aren't some vagrants living in the little miniature mine shafts.

On Monday, old baby's day care was closed and his Papa and Tutu watched him all day. I picked him up at their place in Vacaville and we went to Outback Steakhouse for dinner. A new development since Sunday is that my three year old now wants to cut his own food. With a KNIFE. I try and remain calm as he carefully slices towards his preshus little fingers. He was sawing through the little loaf of bread they serve when you sit down. It was totally worth it just to see the look of horror on my mom's face the whole time he was wielding that knife. It was great.