It's 11:00 am and I'm still in my jammies. Eli's on the couch watching Netflix cartoons in his boxers (so cute!) and Syd's roaming the house in a nap-refusing delirium. I've purged two huge boxes of books while Eli was distracted with the TV, and I'm working on purging toys. (I was inspired when I saw a new friend's toy closet last night. Each of her boys has about four of those canvas boxes for toys. That's it. We picked up in under 10 minutes.) Syd just stole Eli's sandwich and he told her "Sydney, you are destroying the goodness!" Then all three of us laughed. I'm fixing to let Eli eat an ice cream sandwich for lunch. If this doesn't heal the soul, I'm not sure what does.