Winter is so forgettable. I think that's its point.

Dallas is yelling, "Yyouddy!" out the window as Lloyd plucks trucks from their stuckness. There is digging in the dirt to be had. Dallas fell on a rock already this morning--his head caught his fall. He says "ow" and rubs if it hurts. This one looks painful but he's not acting concussion-like. He's lucky his bangs, which have everyone in the stores referring to him as a girl lately, cover it. Unlike myself who has a recurring zit in action atop my forehead now. Lovely.

Dallas calls lollipops "papu," and he calls for "papu" often.

I made brownies yesterday because the kids were crying when I said only one gummy vitamin. I usually buy Flinstone's chewables but they were out of the ones I buy. So, the Winnie the Pooh gummies are tastier than brownies, apparently. I allowed myself a brownie because I have been putting myself out there/challenging myself lately and thought I could handle it. Well, my day, my nose, and my palette were consumed by brownies until the crescent moon and evening sounds distracted me. Ridiculous. I had fucking brownies swooning me all day. None of the kids even finished theirs, but I could've finished the entire pan. I was on the phone with my sister when I ate one. I told her I might have to throw the rest away and I wasn't kidding. None for me today, thanks. The overnight escape reset me. I'm strong today. Thursdays have always been my day anyway.

All my family said I'm too skinny and asked if I eat or how do I do it. I eat a lot. I dance with kids, I walk when I can, I mostly stay away from junk (besides reduced-fat Cheez-Its--love em), I pray...

Lloyd says he wants to come inside and when I go the door he is there with a dirty toy to bring in. When I say it has to stay out he decides to stay out. I love spring.