A good day

Some days just work out. The baby sleeps when she's supposed to; the boys don't fight too much. I'm able to feed everybody in relatively good time, and keep the house somewhat picked up. Those are good days, and when they happen I feel so much hope.

These are the days that make parenting seem possible, enjoyable, almost sane. It is these days that leave me to wanting to have 10 million babies. Luckily, they are balanced out by days that make an argument for the exact opposite.

The state of the kitchen table is usually a good indicator of the kind of day we've had here. So, today was a good day: