Poor N. Imogene took him to the TSNS playground today to play while the girls were at Chug Ivrit. She called me a few minutes later to tell me that he was crying because he was so sad that he couldn't go to class. He wanted to go SO badly and was devastated that he couldn't go.

Tonight I was changing his diaper and he put his hand over his mouth and said, "Oh my god! OH MY GOD!" Then he laughed. Adorable.

Daddy is still gone! We miss him and really want him to come home.