Around here, things are looking pretty spectacular. For real. Had you
encountered me last Friday, you would have heard a rage-fueled rant
about picking up after yourself. I apologize for the rage, but you
should still pick up after yourself.
I have finally trained my children to sleep in on the weekends, which?
Means that they will reliably stay quiet until about 6:30AM. Because the
weekend is awesome and they don't want to miss any of it. Now the dog
wakes us at five, every morning. Because daytime is awesome and she
doesn't want to miss any of it.
Small, mighty things are blooming everywhere.
In what may have been a questionable parenting move, we did some mildly
adventurous movie-going. Nobody else brought their children to see The
Terminator at the Paramount.
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Do babble on in the most animated language you can muster. I love hearing from you.