The funny thing about me and blogging is that when I have a lot of ideas to write about here, it's because there is a lot going on, which means I have very little time to write. But when I have plenty of time to write, there is nothing to say, because not a lot is going on. Right now, for instance, I find myself in a quiet house with one napping child and one husband in a zoom meeting in the other room. The laundry is mostly folded and put away, and the cleanliness of the house is probably a 7 out of 10. (Why bother trying to improve on a 7? Three elementary children will bust down the front door in about 10 minutes spreading chaos and crumpled papers in their wake. Really, what would be the point?)
And yet, the only thing I have to say for myself today is that I played dinosaurs with Gus this morning, and it wasn't even particularly interesting at the time. So here's a cute picture of Henry, because that will make this post worth something.
