Just realized I have surpassed 300 posts. Tempus Fugit.
Xander threw his toothbrush at me tonight. Five year olds are crazy. The sunlight and his father and my constant talk of a new change is leaving him like a spinning top. He's too smart and a little devilish twinkle is starting to bloom in his eyes. I think this recent Spring snowfall sent all of us over the edge.
My breath has never
been let all the way out here
worries follow us