Sundays night I meet with enthusiasm and a twinge of dread. After Sunday night comes Monday morning, and the Dynamic Duo and I are on our own for the day.

They’re funny and friendly (hence the enthusiasm), but as they move toward their third birthday, I am increasingly aware that even though I’m taller and older than they are, I am not the one in charge. That’s where the “dread” bit comes in.

Some of the images from last week that will be in my sweet dreams tonight:

Wild woman of the West and “the horses are going away.”Cute even when she’s mad. (Yes, that is Carmen’s hair forty minutes after I brushed it and tied it in a “ponytail like the pony.”) The bear (aka “brown bear,” named after the book and not the color) belonged to Matt when he was short.
Yee, haw! (Those are radishes in her overalls pocket.)

Washing radishes from the stock farm’s garden. (And they ate them, too!) The green tops are gone, fed to the pigs.

David was told he could use his sand sieve as a colander to wash his radish . . . or something. No matter. He just really wanted to play with the water.

Good night. Hope you have some sweet dreams of your own.