You know, today was a beautiful day. Great temps. Lovely sunlight. Green, green grass. Butterflies and birds and all that. And truly, my greatest wish was to just get in the car and randomly take a drive out in the country. Didn’t work that way, unfortunately, though I can’t really tell you why. Just one of those days, I guess. Connor is going through a growth spurt (literally, he’s drinking milk about every ten minutes. It’s pretty unreal) and seemed to need to tell me whenever he drank some. Every. Single. Time. Lucy was full of whining for no reason than I could figure out except that she’s four. And a girl. Even when I took the kids to the park for a while it seemed like nothing really satisfied them. (Apparently walking on the wrong side of the wobbly troll bridge is a sign of the apocalypse, and should… Read more