Toby was put to bed at 7:45 and wreaked havoc and reveled in lawlessness until probably 10:30. He ran around his room, put all the shoes in his sister's crib, jumped on bubble wrap, got spanked a couple of times, drew all over his door and his person with a dry erase marker and then when I refused to bathe him, he did it himself. And I quote, "I jist put the nakins in the potty and I jist wash myself!" Ugh. The smell of e-coli was no doubt, soothing, so then he fell asleep.
Life is good. It's confusing good, because it seems like I should miss everyone in Texas more, or that I should want to be there- and I do, sometimes. Ultimately, though, I feel such contentment and so much in-the-right-place-ness. So that's strange for me.
In other news, I am kinda getting over how ugly my kitchen is and just cooking anyway. I found a recipe for biscuits made with mayonnaise (and I don't DO mayonnaise) and they are so easy and fluffy and great- and then today I baked chicken and it came out perfect! Now, the concern is, we are moving into the cold months here. Last winter I stayed inside all winter and baked, and gained weight. I am still hanging on to that weight, and will I be adding more due to snow-mandated-cookie-baking? Concerning. Mmm. Cookies.