Driving, brushing, rolling

Have you ever tried to put three carseats in the back of a sedan? If you can avoid it, I recommend doing so. Yesterday, we picked up our friends to go to the zoo. It was very fun and totally worth the labor, but man it is hard to wrangle all of those latches and buckles. Mini vans were invented for a reason. Perhaps someday my dream for the Odyssey will come true. (I can't believe I dream for a minivan.)

Two days ago, Frank was brushing his teeth. (sorry if this is too much information) As his supervisor, I was watching him and decided to go to the bathroom. I got the toilet paper off the roll and he just stared at me in shock.
"How do you not fall in?" he asked in amazement that I had taken my hands off the commode. "Well, I guess my bottom is big enough that I don't fall in," I said.
Frank says, "someday I will be big enough not to fall in, too."

I am struggling now with which stories are blogworthy. So much of my day is truly mundane that I don't think you really want to hear all of the gory details. e.g.: Ford crying before he falls asleep, frank throwing tantrums on the floor, the ongoing saga of how i can't stand my hair...do you really want to know all that? I think not.

I don't know how to make captions on here, but the picture of Ford looks identical to one of frank at the same age. He is growing too fast. Has rolled twice from tummy to back, and almost one time from back to tummy.