I'm so sorry. I'm very tired.
Moving on: Here is a list. I'm guessing it will flow about as well and make about as much sense as that initial paragraph did. Consider yourself warned.
- Caedmon has been unusually affectionate toward me lately, I think because he's feeling a little uncertain about his upcoming entrance into kindergarten. He does this by picking up the foam roller and rolling it up and down my back while I'm standing in front of the sink, washing dishes, and by picking me bouquet after bouquet of flowers.
This is confusing to Atticus, as I have spent the last month or two ripping mountains of weeds out of my flower beds, so why I then choose to scatter them around the house is beyond the workings of his brain.
- When you have long monkey arms, "long sleeves" are more a construct than a reality. It was nice when 3/4 sleeves came back in fashion, however, as I am excellent at making almost any long sleeve into a 3/4. Those athletic shirts that are designed to go over your palm and feature a hole for your thumb are a boon to those of us born with a mighty, majestic wingspan, as they sometimes reach all the way to my wrists, although never to their intended destination, at least not without threatening dislocation. They do showcase the distal end of my radius rather nicely, though.
- Atticus lost his first tooth. He is very relieved, as he's one of the last in his class to begin losing body parts through the mouth, which is apparently a source of fierce competition in his grade. Adelaide lost her first tooth at about the same age, so I think that's just the Crisler way. ("The Crisler Way": Potential name for my cult.)