Scott took the girls to the beach today. “I love being freelance,” he wrote on Facebook later. “(No deadlines were harmed in the making of this perfect day.)”
I thought I was going to do a massive girls’-closet overhaul while Huck binged on Thomas the Tank Engine. Not so. He ran me ragged, that cherub, that imp, playing cars and reading books and watering plants. It was, needless to say, delightful. The closet is still a disaster. It probably would’ve been again in a week or two anyway.
Monday Links & Language
Thursday happy list
And yet not a single photo of the mulberry faces
Things We Did This Week
Late April Doings