...CDT, and I'm sitting in my back yard, watching my son wander around with a peanut butter cracker in his hand. It's not a good breakfast, but it's something. If I tried to get a good breakfast down him with the way he eats, he wouldn't be done before lunch, and wouldn't be able to go outside.
I've got a 15 oz cup of coffee on the kids' plastic picnic table near my knee, a notebook and pen next to me, and this silly little netbook that desperately needs replaced in my lap. I've got eight stories in the pipe, one started, and the baby and husband are still asleep (as far as I can tell from outside).
It's a pretty morning. Wish I could enjoy it a bit more.
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