One night late last week long after Leta had gone to bed and right after Chuck had ceased begging for a bite of our dinner (YES, IT’S MY FAULT, ALL THAT DAMN PIZZA), we heard a faint knock on the door. Jon and I looked at each other like, you expecting someone? Because it was [...]
For licking my hand and then using it to pat down the left side of Leta’s hair and then going ahead and using that same hand to wipe the snot from her nose. While. Horrified. People. Looked. On. I couldn’t help it! IT WAS AN INSTINCT.
A couple days ago Leta woke up at 5:30 AM making her usual noises that say, hey, I’m awake now, come and get me this instant. This happens from time to time, and our usual response is to let her fall back asleep until 7 so that we can start our day on schedule. Usually [...]
That’s my mother at age 16. I adore this photo.