I’m no stranger to traveling and have planned for larger groups, but planning Walt Disney World for a family of nine (in-laws too!) is a whole new level of madness.
I’ve traveled all across the western hemisphere—Maine to Hawaii, British Columbia to Belize—and Ireland and Italy, and still, the two-hour time change of the Pacific is the hardest for me to adjust.
Monday. A shattered soap dispenser, another hand closed in a door, and a plant knocked off the mantle. Monday.
Dorothy figured out to get out of her crib last night, which means Ana will learn tomorrow. She climbed out, went to sleep on Teresa’s bed, then nearly fell out of bed if we didn’t catch her. She had found her water bottle and it fell off the bed, which led us to investigate just in time before she would have rolled off. The era of child captivity is over.
I really dig micro.blog and what I think it will lead to. I’ll fiddle some—I like post titles, but using them truncates the content on micro.blog as is. Probably make a quick plugin to make it work nicely together.
The nice thing about being a life insurance agent in a former life is I’m very comfortable wearing a suit.