Or maybe three. I didn't count, because I was so taken with the little munchkin who was behind me, a little gnome on our kitchen floor. If she could talk I think she would say, I don't know what I'm supposed to be doing with this book, I can't even pick it up yet, but that nice lady who's with me all day long keeps looking back and smiling and singing at me so I guess it's okay.
I started this post intending to write about how I'm managing to find little pockets of productivity in my day, but I ended up gushing instead. Productivity be damned. I am in love.