Eliot and Asa made it to the end of their journey on the Camino!  They’ll be home in three days.  Apparently Asa slept for more than 12 hours yesterday.

Must be nice.

I’m only getting about five hours a night — but six total when you factor in Ruby’s nap.  Six and a half when factor in falling asleep during bedtime stories.  I’m not sure why.  I  just can’t fall asleep and Ruby is up at 5:08am every morning.  I think I could definitely give Asa a run for his money in a sleeping competition if given the chance though.  I’ll see your 12 hours and raise you three.

Anyhoo, a few days ago Ruby and I were in the bathroom and she pointed behind the trashcan and said “Bug!”  I told her I’d get it as soon as I finished brushing my teeth.  She persisted.  “Bug!  Big bug!  Buggy!!” I sighed, expecting a cockroach.  But, no.  No cockroach.  Just an two-inch scorpion.  Lovely.  I hit vigorously 97 times with my shoe and then flushed the remains down the toilet.  No big deal.  We live in South Texas.  There are scorpions.  Live and let live.  (Kind of.)  Anyway, I’d forgotten about the smashing by the next evening –which is when I found another one in the hallway.  Two scorpions equal a scorpion invasion.  I briefly considered packing up moving out of the house after I smashed the heck out of it.  But then I got sucked into “Pioneer Quest.”  Reality TV for nerdy types.

I’ve been running with the baby jogger most days.  Ruby only tolerates six miles at a time and that’s only with some encouragement from Peppa Pig on youtube.  I’m looking forward to a long run on Sunday when the boys get back.

Oh, and despite the fact that chlorine is the main component of my beauty regimen these days, Ruby’s girl skills are coming along quite nicely, thank you.  (So good to see you Olga!!)