Such a gorgeous afternoon with these boys! Have to say, though, that our day did not end as sweetly and conflict-free as these precious faces and moments would suggest. There were meltdowns and literal wailing and biting and gnashing of teeth last night—over toys and invasion of personal space and “He’s looking at me!” and staying in our seats at …
Clue. Less.
Mercy. What a week it has been. Tonight before dinner it all came bubbling over when Owen (who is 4 going on 14 these days and marches to the beat of his own drum) quite calmly detailed his plans to be rid of me, and his imaginings are both hilarious and innocently grim. Don’t know whether to laugh or sleep …