Last night the boys were running around singing homemade sausages, homemade butt cracks over and over and over. I don't why. We've never made homemade sausage. And although I would argue that all butt cracks are homemade, we've never discussed the topic. It doesn't make much sense, but it is a catchy little ditty.

In other news, Stephen is recently having lots of fun playing with the camera. He likes to put it on manual and usually experiments with light. On Monday, he took some ghostly photos of the boys using a real slow/long shutter speed. Creepy!