today. three years ago.

Today we went on a field trip to Connemara, home of our poet friend Carl Sandburg.

(Sherry – can you please tell me again about how I am sort of related to him?)

And then we had Book Club this evening.

It was an unusually full day of activity.

I was pretty prepared for the day, surprising myself with my efficiency.

Lunches packed the night before, mainly by London Eli.  Quinoa Chicken Taco Soup prepped and slow cooking in the crock pot.  (It’s a good recipe – check the Pinterest board.  Maybe I’ll write about it one day soon.)  Book Club book finished by all three of us.

Tonight after Book Club we arrived home late to a quiet house.  The girls headed to bed.  I poured a glass of water, grabbed crackers and Laughing Cow cheese (that stuff is so good) and placed myself in front of our computer to record a bit of the day’s events before joining my family on the Sleepy Train.

Out of curiosity, I did a quick search of Carl Sandburg on the blog.

And I found this.

A little Wilde Fox playing with the goats.  In 2010.

And I just found myself unable to write anything else I had planned.

Because today, I took this picture.

 Frankly, my heart just can’t handle this.

Baby Number The Last.  Goat picture next to goat picture.

We can beam a video signal from my school room in South Carolina to my friend’s house in Nepal, but we can’t figure out how to slow down time?

I can’t think of wise or witty words tonight.

I just have to stare at the screen for a while.

I just have to sneak upstairs and kiss that kid’s sweaty head.

Next month the boy turns four.

And that marks four years since a baby has been born to this family.

That’s the longest spell of No Keigley Baby since 2003.

I’m not exactly sure what to do with myself.

But I should probably find something less heart wrenching than comparing goat photos.