Here goes. I’m sitting on my couch with a heating pad, my laptop, and a cup of coffee. The screen door is open. I put a blanket over my legs and a podcast on the speakers. And I don’t know what to do with myself. The girls are napping, and Jack is at his second…… Continue reading Grace for the process.
Dear Jack, You really, really loved the cauliflower at dinner tonight. You gave it a “Iz good” and a thumbs up — this is your official stamp of approval. You wear a Paw Patrol hat every (EVERY) day, usually backwards. You are two and two months. This week, you decided to be terrified of the…… Continue reading Wiggle wiggle wiggle wiggle — STOP.
If it could just keep raining, I’d appreciate it. Unlike rainy days as a teacher (where the teenagers howl at the moon), rainy days at home make for peace, especially during toddler naptimes and lazy lunchtimes and — (One.) — book-reading laptimes. It’s not that it’s free from interruption. It’s just that the house is a sort…… Continue reading (Where I track how hard it is to type).