When travel stops being fun

I am back from 3 days in Salt Lake, 18 hours in Seattle, 8 hours in Newark, 8 hours in Boston, and a lot more hours in airports and on planes.

Eliot is a bit rattled by the now she's here, now she's not mother figure. We both might need a few days to recuperate.

In the meantime, though, Anselm has lost his front tooth. It will not wholly surprise you to learn that Eliot knocked it out, which she raced up and told me, saying "It was so cool! Isn't that so amazing!".