Sorry for the relative muteness this week. This week has worn on me like a new shoe - only less pretty and uplifting. So, maybe more like a heavy backpack. Yeah - that's it. A heavy backpack on top of a bra strap. Not enough to cause a blister, but it will leave some of those weird red hickey lines.
This week was work-heavy, emotionally-ragged, economically-challenged, but tinged with moments of complete wonder.
To wit, Caroline's first long sentences:
"That poop is stinky!" "Where did Daddy go?" "Dis mine; dis Ha-Ha's." (referencing shoes)
All the sudden she's a fully-fledged little girl. Who let that happen?!
p.s. I owe you some Moxie No-Yellin' follow-up. p.s. I'm sure I owe you some other stuff, too. Um,... do you have an installment plan?