It’s been one of those time periods where every day seems to have the worst types of tasks: insurance hassles, business issues, will execution (hours waiting at the legal office), endless unproductive phone calls to staff that won’t help, trying to make doctor apppointments but they have NOTHING AVAILABLE in the schedulable future, trips to the dentist. All under the penumbra of Chris’ impending departure. Le sigh.
A couple weeks ago we spent Saturday on the Kearsarge with Chris for family day! I am happy to report no one fell down any stairs. Isaac was sad when I took the kids home because he thought Chris was going to sea. Poor kid is so confused.
Isaac continues to excell at puzzles. He is also much chattier about preschool this year. He tells me about what letter they’re learning about, what starts with that letter, and about which kids disobey and kick the teachers.
Eloise is earning six figures for her intense yet heartfelt baby poetry.
How to Find Wild Blackberries
Training My Tot at the West FL Railroad Museum
Don’t Poke Me
On War and Wiggly Bits—Tokyo With My Parents