There is, yet again, so much to write about.
But somehow, a human who only weighs about nine and a half pounds is trumping all things that seem important. Right now.
Forgive me if posts get a little out of order here.
A week ago, a whole bunch of kids were shot at school.
Though I was home all day, I didn’t hear about it until after three o’clock. Carter and I had just picked up Eliott and it came on the radio. It was the top-of-the-hour news brief on what is normally a pretty tame radio station, and I wasn’t paying much attention. Eliott immediately tuned in to “children” and “shot” and started asking questions.
The UnderToad 