All that Glitters

There is glitter all over our house.  It's even in the baby's diaper.  I am surprised it could survive in such a nuclear environment, but there it was, stuck to his left cheek.  Amazing.  Cary has declared war on glitter and has vacuumed at least three times today, but still, it's everywhere. Secretly, I love the glitter, because if I squint it feels like I am living in Fairyland, and since these days I am walking around with my eyes half open anyway, it's just perfect.