Another Monday class, another family member comes to help me with the girls. This time, Papa (aka my Dad) came over for the long haul. I don't think it's a coincidence that the girly girls were in stupendous moods; if it were only me tonight, they might have had their way with me, leaving me a flinching, snivelling wreck curled into the fetal position in the corner. Having a grandparent around seems to have a mollifying effect on them.
For example, Papa was able to comb Lily's hair for around 1o minutes. I can't comb Lily's hair for 3 seconds, but somehow she enjoyed his version. Abby tended to be a little shy and clingy, but she did enjoy giving kisses to the sheep that he was using as a puppet.
Tomorrow, Jen gets her turn at solo parenting for the week, as I'm off to Louisville for a work-related photoshoot.
Day two hundred and seventy six.
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