Don't worry, dear reader, I promise this isn't going to be another post about insect lore. I promise I'm not going to expound upon their brilliance, a talking point which renders it unnecessary to explain any further why I wasn't asked to prom.
But please! For one moment--take a look at what Marshall did today! If that's not brilliant, I don't know what is.
I fixed his ants just the way he likes them this morning, but one look told me he was in no mood for the meat lover's special. He seemed dazed, confused...nothing that struck me as out of the ordinary, mind you, but then I'm not the best judge of such matters.
In other news, it's business as usual around here these days.
Business as usual, meaning Sophie might punch a hole through the earth's crust the next time she hits a vollleyball...
Izzy might beat the Boy Scouts at a fire starting contest...
She takes things very seriously, as you can see.
She really does, I'm not kidding.
Caroline's the one who wants to know exactly how the classroom works, seating arrangements, reward and discipline programs, homework procedures, which forms require my signature, and if she can use sparkly gel pens to write out her spelling words.
The last part is how I know she's my girl.
Finally, dear reader...it's been on my mind that I need to step away from this blog for the next little while. I don't especially want to, but I think life needs me to. I've been feeling the draw to be a little more present with the girls, to run the house a little better, work harder on that story, and perhaps talk a bit less about insects, forgetting carpools, and penchants for little old men.
It's not like I expect taking a break from Tollipop will remedy all that, but hopefully it won't make things worse.
In the meantime I promise to save you a seat at this tea party if you promise to save me one, too. xo