While reading the girls a library book for kids about Michelangelo, I laughed about tape someone had put over a penis. They asked what was funny and then looked for as many penises as they cold find. "there's a penis! there's a penis" in stereo.
Gracie loves to wear a belt.
Today we had friends over because I locked the keys in the car at gymnastics and Tracy was kind enough to drive us around. We had lunch, played with two electricity kits, and then went to an art opening together. It was fun.
She was interested in seeing my artwork. I have no confidence about anything I've ever made and about how prolific I've never been. I don't want to disappoint anyone who thinks I am a real artist. There is only one way to solve this: put the kids to bed on time and go downstairs and paint till Chris gets home. Stop talking. Worst case scenario: I get bitten by a spider. Best case scenario: I finish the work due in March, I become a better teacher for becoming a better artist, I start to sell work and make enough to take the family on an RTW. Or even just pay the dentist. Stop talking.
...look at their castle.
closer...
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