"Ouch!  Direct hit!  Nailed me in the arm!" Me to Evie. We were in a game of dodgeball-lite, using little green apples we found on the beach. Me to Scott, "Incoming on your 8!" He narrowly avoided a lobbed apple...

Not surprisingly, I may have made yet another mistake.  I usually take them in stride now, but this mistake bugs me a little bit.  It has to do with hair. Earlier today, Evie pulled me aside from all the excitement...

Warm, in bed, just waking up... the kind of wake up that's happy and not rushed.  From downstairs I hear Evie, "Ahhhhhhh... No!  Not again! Nooooooo!"  Zero to tangled up in the sheets, tripping out of bed, looking for pants... clean...