All evidence (here) to the contrary, we are back home in Connecticut. It is nice to be back, just as it was sad to leave Arkansas. The kids literally cry for their cousins, but they have been having loads of fun getting back to school (Franny) and reconnecting with friends here.
Henry doesn't go back to school for about ten million years -- on Sept. 14 -- but Clothilde is coming tomorrow for a visit, so that will distract us from our current attempts to overdose on togetherness.
It is a beautiful, perfect New England Labor Day. And, like an asshole, I've been indoors all day. I will rue this behavior come February, when I start typing post after post about the never-ending string of 45 degree rainy days. Look! I'm already bitching about it!
I'm going to take these kids (the very same kids who kicked me all night and slept sideways in my bed and started begging me for breakfast at 6.30) to the beach or the playground or the playground at the beach!
These kids:
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