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- pack boxes (check)
- head to the Post
- (for the millionth time) pick up Claude's blocks
It's the rainiest day here, but I couldn't resist taking a photo of these two worlds, which are in constant collision in our house, splayed out in the only patch of light in this otherwise dreary day. When I return home I'm sure I'll be making more stacks to impress my little wrecking ball of a boy only to pick up the pieces after he's tucked in for the night.
I use to be convinced that every night "my little wrecking ball of a boy" hooked up some kind of one-way power cord from me to him. I would wake up in the mornings tired and he would be READY TO GO!
ReplyDeleteAhhh . . . back in the day.