See... here's proof:
At least once a week, B has been making these huge milk and honey and butter loaves of bread. And if the smell of bread baking isn't bad enough, he makes french toast or grilled cheese at least once a day. I tried to sneak the recipe, but no such luck.
Long story for another day, but E has lost television and toy privileges. So there is A LOT of reading and crafting going on... which for the most part, he doesn't seem to miss TV and toys as much as we thought. We actually haven't given them back because he doesn't seem to care. Anyway. Coloring popsicle sticks was the big excitement on Saturday, but while I wandered off, E created this house, which I (perhaps being the teeniest bit biased) think is pretty fantastic.
And reporting on life in general- it very much feels like we are holding our breath. Like it has been a year of holding our breath. And then I will hear a song like this and find myself sobbing my face off on my home from work. And I know that nothing could be more true. Even when I have no idea what that means really, there is no better news than this.