Because I can't use my beloved gifs on these pecked-out-on-the-word-processor posts, I guess I'll have to fall back on my old stand-by: The List.
- We drove down for a whirlwind visit to Kansas last weekend. Included in this visit were: The holding of babies, the baptism of babies, golfing, and visiting the church I grew up in. Highlights included all those babies and being so lovingly embraced by the church that helped raise me, to the extent that I had old ladies talking to me through bathroom stalls even after I had closed and locked the door and was taking care of my business. I think it's safe to say that Evelyn and I are now very close. (But don't tell her I called her Evelyn. She is the type that will tell you her life story as you pee but be offended if you address her by her first name. I know this because, again, very close.)
- Our children are all still alive. (Pumping my fist victoriously in the air, as these days they often seem to live their lives as if they're engaged in some sort of familial version of the Hunger Games.) Why do boys seem to so enjoy throwing each other to the ground when they see one another? This morning my normal "Separate!" edict wasn't enough; I had to instruct them not to so much as make eye contact with the other, lest it be construed as an act of aggression. Then Caedmon stumbled down a couple stairs and Atticus rushed to his side to help him up. SOMEONE HELP ME UNDERSTAND THIS. Not to worry, though, we have Adelaide who is always happy to lend advice to those in need, which means I find myself frequently replying, "Daughter. I appreciate your concern, but I do not need your help parenting. So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, good-bye." Then she points out that she has read more parenting books than I have. Which is true.
- This book?