G seems really happy now. He’s often laughing and or smiling with a huge grin. He’s talking up a storm, even if we can’t always understand. He’s deep into imaginative play, making up stories that have something to do with good guys and bad guys. He gave his sister chicken. Good things for him.
Ivy is just growing up so fast. She struts when she walks. She loves to eat. She now can both nod yes and shake her head no. Her hair is finally growing in, which she is happy about. She gets to play with purses and shoes and hats. She likes to give her brother his pacifiers whenever she finds one lying about.
I made tasty chicken and rice with mushroom sauce. A little rich for my blood, since it was a cream sauce. Next time I will make it lighter.
My new flip flops. Good thing.
Before bedtime, our neighbors down the block visited us in the garden. The little ones enjoyed it. They looked at the polywogs, they played with the sticks, they hugged (the little girls anyway, the boys tussled,) they all said “no, no, no, no!” when parents said it was time for bed for one set and dinner for the other. Beginning of playdates???? We told them another time. Nice parents, too.
Internet connections. More old friends. More readers for my blog. I hope they are enjoying it and aren’t just pervs looking for strange things…. which some of them are, according to my key word analysis. Hopefully they don’t come back. But the people who are interested do. Hopefully. Maybe they will even comment once in a while.
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