It's late and daddy's weary. I thought seriously about waking Reid up and trying to explain to him that the last lunar eclipse until he turns four was slowly unfolding in the sky tonight. Then I asked myself, "what are you thinking?"

The gently glowing red moon reminded me of Reid' own personal eclipsing recently of the last peach of the season. He really did a number on this bad boy, and we had to unstick him from the sofa to get him into the tub.