Things my wife isn't guilty of...

I noticed one of the cereal bars in the bag of food in the garage going to the foodshelf had been eaten and the wrapper left in the bag.  I brought the bag in and accused my wife of eating one when she was hungry and just leaving the wrapper behind instead of throwing it away.  She denied any such thing.  I know Eryn won't eat anything but a chocolate mint Luna Bar, and I knew I didn't eat it, so I was doubtful.  Then I noticed the edge chewed on a second bar.  And a third.  And then the mouse droppings  And the hole in the box.  Either it was a mouse, or she's really good at covering her tracks.

Foodshelf, the Pictorial

I mentioned that Eryn and I had visited the foodshelf to drop off food, pullups, and formula (and a check based on the amount of change we had dumped into the change jar on the bookshelf where we dump charitable donations). Here are a few pictures of our ride. Eryn really wants to bike home from school now. I picked her up on the tagalong today and told her that we'll practice biking TO school during off hours, and if we can get there, then I'm willing to have Pooteewheet drop off her bike so we can bike home. She's excited, so I imagine we'll be practicing the rest of the week.

Eryn next to the packages.

Eryn and I, courtesy of the nice young woman at the foodshelf. For Grandma and Grandpa's information, she really wanted to pose with her bicycle so you know how much she loves it.