My Nonsensical Thought of the Day
Today’s crisis…
After two years of watching me put on makeup, Anna decided to take a bottle of whiteout and smear it across both eyelids and in her eyelashes. I’ve tried warm water and no tears baby shampoo, but not with much luck. Any other suggestions, other than black lipstick and facial piercings to match??
Only one thing never changes…

What I remember about the ocean: jumping waves, sand castles, collecting seashells, majestic seagulls, fresh salty air, writing really bad poetry to the sound of rumbling waves, falling asleep on the way home, going home to a hot shower and a head full of memories.
What I now understand about the ocean: endless packing and preparations, two-hour commutes with restless children in the back, lugging ten times your body weight to and from the car, chasing two-year-olds off everyone else’s blankets, rats with wings, fighting highway traffic while everyone else snoozes in the backseat, going home to vacuuming, laundry and a bathtub of sandy kids.
Still, at the end of the day, with grit under your nails and salt in your hair, you realize the magic can never be lost.
Here was the scene–
Today I walked into the bathroom and found Eva sitting on the toilet, legs swinging, peering through a roll of toilet paper.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I’m looking through my telescope,” she said, gazing intently.
“Did you see anything exciting?”
“Nope,” she replied, “just a hole in my underpants!”
Really, is there anything in the entire freaking universe that’s better than kids?