Standard Time

While I love having had an extra hour to lolly-gag in bed (which, by the way, Willa did not understand), changing the "clocks" always messes me up.

Somehow the girls are much more connected with the arc of the sun.  The now know when it's time to walk, ball throw, and most importantly, time to eat.

Internal clocks are always better than even expensive Rolex's!

Murphy's Day.