I am posting this from a magical hour that doesn’t exist. Time has stopped, and we’ve got just enough minutes before it turns back on to get this out. By the way, working during the Fall Back hour is just as awful as trying to sleep during Spring Forward.
Claire had me pushing her around in the above box. Sort of like a derby car at first. But, eventually with her all closed up in it. She seemed to enjoy it. Nap time rolls around. And, well. Kids are funny.
So we mailed her to Tennessee. (Diana – you may want to check your post office. We just mailed it to “Nashville – College Place”)