But not really, busy, per se. More like eating playdough.
(Well maybe just a little, just to figure out why he's so obsessed with shoveling the stuff in. Because he makes the most horrible "yuk" face, but then just goes to town on it again as soon as I fish it out of his mouth. I still don't get it.)
Playing in the backyard.
Going for long walks, drinking iced coffee.
Running amok at the playground.
For as crappy of a spring we've had here in Minnesota this year, we've been having a lot of fun. Life with a toddler is pretty awesome.
I'd like to get back here, hope to find time this week to write.