Color Fest in Windham
In bed by 11. From 12 to 3, the little one likes to eat - I don't remember how many times. At 5, the older one cries; I need to cover him with a blanket. At 6, he cries again- a sock has come off. At 7, he walks into the room carrying a full potty: "Mommy!! Poop!!!!"
And then the nanny arrives, and we go on a date. To capture glorious Windham in color.
