I dreamt Amy put a post up, in this very spot. She wrote about a long walk, with green photos and jaunty prose. Vintage Amy. Oh where, oh where is my better Half? Dear Readers: do not forsake us. We'll get our mojo back. It's been hailing and frigid here in Davis, and tender shoots have been under attack. In so many ways.
The toddler is going through a grueling growth spurt. It is the only explanation for the kicking, pinching, biting, pulling of my hair, mewling, and simultaneous refusal to leave our sides. My back hurts! Massage my feet! My tooth is loose! It hurts! Massage my hand! I have a bug! I want some MILK! Cut your eye off with a sharp knife! It's a constant stream of vitriol, from the moment he growls awake to the second he passes out. Then Troy and I wiggle in beside him, and marvel at his wonderful stillness. Nights are welcome around here. Sleep is holding this family together. xox