We have our first employee. To our great pleasure and inconveninence, Lily has taken the position of household receptionist. When the phone rings and I answer it, she will run over and silently, and quite firmly, reach her hand out for the phone. She doesn't plead or beg or whine about it, just sticks her hand out in silent command.
So we invariably give it to her. "Hello? Hi?" she starts. I can only imagine what the person on the line is saying, but she then launches into a minutes-long babblefest, her head nodding and weaving along to the cadence of her nonsense. I usually let it go for a little bit, for as long as I can gauge the person on the line has the patience for. Then I, as she did, silently reach out for the phone. To my astonishment, she gives it right up, every time, and continues her coloring.
She's a true helper. I don't know why I haven't accomplished more in my life since she's entered it.
So Abby stayed home with Grandma today, while Lily went to day care. Lily again was in tears over leaving Abby, once more breaking my heart with her plaintive, "Abbbbbyyyyy!"s. Sad. She talked about her the whole way to day care.
According to Grandma, Abs was snuggly and lovable and in fine spirits the whole day through, despite her 100ish temperature and elephant-seal-in-distress cough.
Knock on wood, she may coast through this illness without getting her usual bout of the big P.
Day three hundred and one.
Some old photos today. Obviously. I did not magically regrow my beard.
Me and kid #1.
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