Forgive the lack of words here lately. I’ve been experiencing an unpleasant flare up of my Crohn’s disease and it’s left me depleted. I’m doing all the things I know to do that generally helps my body back to its own state of normal, but sometimes these things take time. I’m trying to be patient with me.

Recently my bestie and her husband worked on the arduous task of dismantling their entire house and moving all of their worldly possessions into a new home a few miles away. Really, just thinking about moving makes me tired, so I figured the least I could do is babysit their son for them for a few hours.

All of this happened, however, while my husband was out of town, which makes me insane for volunteering to watch two toddlers all by myself. Kingston immediately got to work breaking all the things:

Ha! I got news for you, kid! I have cats and a toddler myself, so all the things that could be destroyed already have been. Long ago.  Take that, Danger Baby!

When I asked Isobel what she was doing in this picture, she responded, “Exercise.”

I hope Kingston had as much fun as we did. Isobel and I slept very well that night.