September 12, 2012
...I'm feeling a little like someone is sneaking into my house every night and messing it up, but I don't remember having time to clean it during the day, so it's doubly perplexing.
...This boy is sleeping, exhausted from long mornings of having all the blocks to himself.
...This girl is sleeping, blissfully unaware that I'm about to sneak up on her and eat one of her delicious little legs.
...This tomato jam is simmering away, smelling the whole house up in a good way, except I started it around suppertime and it.is.still.runny.
...This girl is also sleeping, and looking forward to another day when she does this. Like it's no big deal.
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