Postcard to Daddy: We're ready for rolling

Overheard, this morning on the way out the door to nursery school, which was the usual tumbling over each other mad rush for shoes and keys and coats and wait! where's the baby? oh, there he is, under the shopping bags and I hope I didn't just lock us out of the house again...

Audrey: Calvin, are you ready to roll? Okay, Mom-- we're ready for rolling.

How are we rolling on our own? We're rolling along okay, thanks. Today it never quite felt like the wheels were coming off the bus, although this vehicle does shake pretty badly when we take a corner. I've discovered that successful single-parent days are mostly about setting the bar really low, and then aiming even lower than that. By which I really mean just being kind to myself, and trying very hard only to get upset with Audrey if there is a safety issue, and remembering that Cal acts like a baby because he is one, and all he wants is to have his face three inches away from mine all day long, just like that picture up there.

We miss you, Scott. Oh, so, much. Sleep tight.