Yesterday morning Seth went to retrieve Asher from his crib. It was pitch black as he bent down and lifted Asher up, only to hear a little gasp of surprise. Mistaking his legs for his arms, he’d picked him up upside down.
That image kept me laughing most of the day. And then I thought: Some mornings start out like that, don’t they? They pick you up by your heels, dangle you wrongside up, and never let go.