

Saturday evening we were bringing things in from the car, when all of a sudden a police car pulled up in front of our house, and an officer slowly got out of the car carrying what I started to think could only be a warrant, or something to that effect. Quickly, my mind started going down the list of things that I could have done that would get me arrested. After crossing off the possibility that I could be headed to the slammer on an anonymous phone tip about rolling through that stop sign a week ago, I landed on the high likelihood that he was here to ask questions about our herb-loving neighbor.
Instead, he graciously handed me the packet, told me they were for a Mrs. Danielle Firth, and said good night. I asked him if it was ok if I gave the packet to Dani, or if they needed to be hand delivered (thinking it would be even cooler if they were handcuffed to his wrist and he needed to scan his eye to get them off or something like that. Maybe next time).
Turns out, Dani's city appointment onto the Recreation Board puts her in the privileged class of citizens who receive hand delivered packets from the local police chief. Maybe we'll get to be in next year's parade.
(the packet contained the agenda of next week's board meeting, as well as plans for several proposed parks- all topped off with the city's nuclear response codes.)
Here's Dani with her notification letter, informing her that the city of DeWitt has granted her VIP status.
I love my wife. She'll be fantastic for this city. She's got a passion for helping people better their lives, and this will be a great outlet for her.
Now onto my son- the happiest kid I know.
The other day I gave him a Balance Bar (protein candy bar) for him to play with, because he likes wrappers. He was being awfully quiet for about 40 minutes afterwards, and Dani went over to discover that he'd somehow opened the package and eaten a good third of the bar, which was covered in chocolate. Of course it got everywhere, and he didn't seem to care that he'd been busted, as this shot shows. He even smiled and laughed when he threw it up five minutes later. What a happy little explorer.

These last two shots are of him playing in...
and in...
...his little exercise-saucer thingy.
Also on the news updates- we're happy to report that other than a few fluke nights, he sleeps for at least 7 hours through the night now