A tiny postscript to my Halloween post: early this morning, painfully early, as I was stumbling around trying to get the garbage out and just blearily noticing I was wearing two different socks, Beanie hit me a question.
“Mommy, what do you think I should be for Halloween NEXT year?”
And so it begins. Again.
Thoughts while packing for a move
Not How We Planned to Spend the Day
This Ain’t One of My More Coherent Entries
A Wave of Understanding