the tunnel

When lil A was very lil A, we'd often drive through a tunnel. And I would always wonder how kids make sense of the world. I mean, people think French is hard with its long list of rules and longer list of exceptions, but think about this: it's light in daytime and dark at night - except if the shutters or blinds are closed, except except if the lights are on, or you're in a tunnel, or underground, or playing peakaboo, or witnessing a sun eclipse - see what i mean? how do they make sense of it all?

but that's not the tunnel that's been most of my mind lately. I spent the summer looking forward to settling into an easier routine in September. that routine was postponed repeatedly - trip to dc, bumpy daycare start, TB tests (we're in the clear), and now, NOW, I think we're finally good even if the drama princess was somewhat opposed to eating oh and sleeping as well at daycare on thursday.

what does that mean? it means it's almost november and almost almost time to head over to FL for Xmas for 3 weeks (hate me) and really really mess up our good routine again.

ps: we've got tooth #4 out - it's the top left lateral front tooth, giving A the slightest bit of a Dracula look.