Julia’s first, my 28th, and we’re both over it. Hazel’s just now getting into the fun of things like this; she came bouncing home with a bag full of Valentine’s junk candy and counted out to me all the Valentine’s that had princesses, which you don’t like Mama, on them. Looks like we were the only family that handmade cards…I think I should get used to that.
By the way, that steady, deafening roar is the traffic in front of our house. It’s making me want to live the hermit life, just a little bit.