Fog comes on little cat feet

Carl Sandburg, one of my favorite poets from childhood says:

THE fog comes
on little cat feet.
It sits looking
over harbor and city
on silent haunches
and then moves on.

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In our house:

The little cat feet
find wet paint.

They sit looking
over their kingdom
and then scamper about
making sure to leave their mark.

Amelia painted herself a castle we bought at Michael's today. She was so excited to do it that she held onto it tightly the entire ride home and then as soon as she woke up from her nap asked to "Paint mine sand castle?"



And lastly, we were reminded this weekend how lucky we are to have health insurance. Below is the bill we received from all of those tests they ran on me and the baby in early March.