Frost

A SLUMBER did my spirit seal;
I had no human fears:
She seemed a thing that could not feel
The touch of earthly years.
No motion has she now, no force;
She neither hears nor sees;
Rolled round in earth's diurnal course,
With rocks, and stones, and trees.

Wordsworth, 1799

Music man

Grant is obsessed with putting things on his head (see evidence here, here, and here); he doesn’t just keep things on we put on him (which really isn’t very often) – he actively finds things to put on his head. He wasn’t great at putting the headphones over his ears; he mostly got them on the back of his head, but once they were on, he charged around as happy as can be. He probably wore headphones for 45 minutes last night, and he was thrilled the entire time. And one bonus photo of Grant, Murphy (who Grant loves and feeds), and dad.

Sunday funday

On Sunday we took the kids up to Buffalo and met Bob’s parents, my parents, and Bob’s sister’s family for lunch and presents for the twins, and then we took everyone to the Botanical Gardens. We had a lovely time, and it was a fun way to spend a relatively warm (but wet) November Sunday!

Pregnant onion

This was the only edifying comment that I saw at the Buffalo Botanical Gardens, but if you’re only going to have one, this is the one to have.

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