It was a poopy kind of day.  Poopy, poopy, poopy.  So when I finally made it home I did what anyone else would do--I ate chocolate cake and vacuumed.  Then I sang songs and played games that involved lots and lots of tickling.  We even read the extra long books for bedtime.  After rocky-rocky time Bella beckoned me to lay (or is it lie?  suck it grammarists.) down beside her so she could lick the smell of soap off my hands.  I mooshed her fuzzy-plump belly and rearranged her wrinkles.  sigh.  I might live.

And if your happy quotient hasn't yet been met, I offer you: Asher's lips, Bill's bald spot, and my ridiculous laugh...


Oh!  and yesterday while I was thrifting for new books for the boy I stumbled upon a vintage picture book of the saints.  I bought it and later noticed the inscription:  To the Rooney Children, from Aunt Peg, April 10, 1966, Easter Sunday.  Don't you think at the very least that it's a wink from the Universe?  I do.