Sophie started 2nd grade
and decided it is pretty great,
I started riding my bike in the dark in the mornings with Sophie's Tinkerbell head light strapped to my forehead, hoping the neighbors don't recognize me,
Our sage bloomed,
I cut out miles and miles of lamination,
I congratulated myself on how well our new job chart was motivating John Curtis
until I discovered he has been stashing his toys between furniture and behind doors instead of actually picking them up,
and we are all started adjusting to early mornings and busy evenings and all the juggling that comes in between. It's not perfection, but it's good.