In an effort to let you inside my head, I just want to make it known that the fact that Jacob is now home all the time with us is possibly one of the best decisions ever and I'm already worried about missing him in the fall when he starts his new job.
In the meantime, he sat with the kids for over an hour past their bedtime tonight, reading them poems from Where the Sidewalk Ends, a book that was mine as a child.
The best ever poem was this one, especially when told with a soft accent like Jake's, he had the kids howling and squealing and it was one of the nicest sounds I've been privileged to hear recently.
My beard grows to my toes
I never wears no clothes
I wraps my hair
Around my bare,
And down the road I goes.
