"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

I snuck my mom home with me in our van so she could spend a few days, just me and her and the kids. Monday we didn't do much of anything, which was exactly our plan. We talked, laid on the couch, forgot about the laundry, and read magazines. She brought Isaiah a set of legos that he played blissfully with for literally the entire day. She gave Charlotte a small set of nesting boxes that she kept filling with Isaiah's legos.

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