It's Snow Day four million and three. Conditions are deteriorating.
As is my ability to spell "deteriorating" correctly on the first second third try.
They have eaten all the waffles and are clamoring for more waffles. HOW CAN YOU EAT SO MANY WAFFLES?
No one wants to go outside and play in the snow, because fuck snow. They're all tired of snow, and would rather climb on Mom's head while she types and cause her to reflexively protect her coffee cup every 2.3 seconds because BODIES and LIMBS and FLAILING MUPPET ARMS.
My attempt at a Pinterest-y project of making ninja masks out of t-shirts managed to amuse them, but I can't stop thinking they look more like ISIS fighters than ninjas. This is...vaguely unnerving.
Ezra lost another tooth yesterday.
I posted an Instagram of him, with a caption reminding myself to not forget about the Tooth Fairy. Other people chimed in and we all bonded over occasionally forgetting about the Tooth Fairy, even though this time -- THIS TIME -- I totally wasn't going to forget about the Tooth Fairy.
I forgot about the Tooth Fairy.
However, after I remembered this morning, it seemed as if Ezra had also forgotten, as he failed to voice any disappointment over his lack of monetary compensation. We took this opportunity to sneak into his room and belatedly swap his tooth for a dollar.
But when prompted about the Tooth Fairy, Ezra said that yes, she HAD come and left money under his pillow. A five-dollar bill, to be exact, which he'd already deposited in his piggy bank.
One of us is obviously going crazy. It's too early in the day to say who it is for sure.
It is cold. I cannot find my slippers or any matching socks. We are out of firewood.
I built a little campfire out of Legos, though.
So I am fine. I am fine. I AM FINE.