i sat down all ready to write about how anxious i am for february to end, how i’m counting down the days until this rotten month is over, how i keep peeking at the dirt to see if i can catch the crocus buds on their way up… and then i realized something. not only is february over, it was over three days ago. i think i’m a little out of touch.

[other signs that i'm out of touch: skinny jeans and the tightroll are back, along with big sweatshirts and side ponytails.]

so, here’s something that isn’t about february or march–i wandered into the kitchen after changing vi’s diaper. i was gone for maybe a minute or two. and there was hal sitting at the kitchen table pouring hershey’s chocolate syrup into his mouth. [i'm still wondering when he learned to open the fridge... ] typical henry, he was not remorseful or even chagrined, he just smiled real big (syrup all over his face) and said, “mmmm, tasty.”