Revelry Reverie

Spot the tape measure.

While I wing my way home, my little fledgling feeds her friends.

“Hey! Where’s Uranus? Where’s Uranus? Mom! Mom, where’s Uranus? Oh! There it is!” I’m not at all sorry to report that we were laughing too much to answer.

Eleanor opted for a shorter cut (she wanted it VERY short, but was happy with shoulder-length), and Henry also got a big boy cut. Very grown-up. Their friends at school this morning were quite impressed.

“Mama, I was playing at your desk.” “No kidding.” “Yep. I played with some of my cars. See them?” “I can see them, buddy.” ❤

While I worked from home this morning to catch up from my afternoon away yesterday, I fielded these questions from the twins (note, we watched Episode II last night for movie night, and I’m not bothering to include my answers, since I answered while trying to work): “Mama, how did R2D2 reattach C-3POs head?” “Mama,…

After my most recent trip to the doctor, I have some revised comments about my PUPPS. Well, first, it’s probably not actually PUPPS. Now, this is surprising to no one more than me, but it actually makes sense. First, it is happening super early for PUPPS. Second, it isn’t presenting very much like PUPPS. Third, I’ve sort…

Henry is adding colorful water for Bucky the Boat.