recent observations, week 7.

chickens, clouds, and books in bed.

One good thing about parenthood is cramming everyone into a bed to read a book out loud.

The book doesn’t have to be stellar if it’s a little spooky.

The best part might be the way one kid twirls your hair when you read, or how another gently miscorrects your pronunciation, or the way another silently digs for boogers but stops with a gentle elbow to the ribcage.

It’s possible to pack for a trip without panicking if you stop caring about what everyone else is bringing.

Chances are I remembered to close my office window before leaving town.

This week will probably not be the week that moths decide to decimate my winter wardrobe.

Strawberry ice cream topped with a scoop of roasted, salted peanut butter is objectively delicious and more people should try it.

Tackling hand sewing in the car is a good idea so long as the road is smooth.

The same cloud can look like a turtle, a train car, and a bunny.

If you have trouble hearing jingoistic turns of phrase in political speeches, play them for a child.

August is for spiders.

Chickens are not dogs, supposedly.