Teething. Oy vey.
Lots of crying from older kids who maybe are a little under the weather? Man oh man.
Deep, sweet, and difficult conversation with a friend on the beach, watching the light turn from yellow to gold to bronze on her face as the sun makes its way down. Hurting for her. Jeez oh Pete.
More teething. Great Scot!
Missing my Dad on his 60th birthday. For crying out loud in the sink.
Putting off laundry and the other things on my to do list, thus making my morning just a little more chaotic tomorrow. Jeepers.
Three ice cream bars. Oh, snap.
The pomegranate was perfect. Hallelujah.
Goodnight all. Tomorrow is new forever.