tonight merry made cupcakes. they had the consistency of rubber but they were very sweet, sweet because she made them, that is.

i cut ambrose's nails and realized i have not done that for years. he is still little, and i still indulge in moments of being the father of small children, holding his hands and carefully doing something he can't do for himself.

ezra has a stuffed animal dog named "noire" that my mom just bought for him. i hope we have one more year of him being still little enough for that kind of thing. I wouldn't mind, however, if he didn't pathetically keen to himself because i made him go to bed.