The Cruze kids like to play outside. A lot. More than anything else. Now that school's started they are very sad that it's limited to a couple of hours a day. You can tell how much they prefer the great outdoors by examining their legs. All eight of the littlest limbs around here are a constantly evolving display of scrapes and bruises and mosquito bites. We have never gone through band-aids so quickly. Even Lydia, who does not get to go outside nearly as often as the big kids, fell off her bike once and got pretty scraped up. When the big three are out there it's only a matter of time before one of them comes in because they're bleeding. And every morning I can count on Josh complaining about how itchy he is (apparently Josh is much tastier than the others). I don't mind. I'm glad outside is where they want to be, you know, getting their exercise and using their imaginations and all that. It's worth a few boxes of band-aids.