Write a four line poem about: somniloquy.
Because Max talks in his sleep sometimes and it almost always makes me laugh. I'm disappointed when I don't catch all of what he says, especially when what I do hear is enough for me to know that the whole thing was likely hilarious.
Had a productive morning of yard work, including pruning the two walnut trees in the front yard and mowing the lawn. Still have a few things left to do but I feel like we're more on top of things than we have been in previous years.
We rested for a bit after lunch before going on a short family walk. Max has been crashing pretty hard late afternoon now that he's more or less dropped his midday nap, so we couldn't stay out for too long. It was still nice though.
More time away from the garden tomorrow in order to relax and celebrate Mother's Day.
The words are spilling out,
From somewhere deep inside.
Should you call the cops?
I'll let you decide.