Two. That is the number of shiny, red tomatoes I got from my four - yes, count 'em, FOUR - tomato plants that I planted this summer. Two. You expect tomato plants to unleash a deluge of tomatoes upon you, that they will bury you in tomatoes so you don't know what you'll do with all of them. But this time, no. Just two. I hope it's not a portent of my gardening skills.
I got out Gavin's high chair the other day because he's seeming to want to be up closer to us at dinnertime than he was sitting in the bouncy seat. It gives him a nice platform for banging things on while we eat. Plus, this way he'll be used to it for whenever we introduce solids. He looks so small in the high chair, though! His head pokes up over the top and he is barely tall enough so his arms reach the tray.
