We’re home; relieved to be. Is. aced the car ride and napped quietly
(in my arms, listening to jazz) for several minutes during a pit stop at
Babies-R-Us. I’ve posted a
few more pics,
including one of her showing off the full-range follow-through on her
left hand hook. They learn so fast! Tomorrow’s agenda: ABC’s, img tags
in HTML, and how to hold a PS2 controller (so as to optimize speed-to-button).
Also, for anyone who stops by, it’s really not my fault the grass isn’t cut; one
of the antique coil springs responsible for hoisting the 400-pound garage door snapped just after
I backed out the Element on the way to pick up D. and Is. this morning, which
means the lawnmower is marooned and the lawn wild.
Hmmmm… the coil on one of our garage doors popped just last week…. that’s an interesting coincidence.
Glad to hear all the people-folk are doing well. No matter about the wild grass.
“. . . one of the antique coil springs responsible for hoisting the 400-pound garage door snapped. . .” So fixing it will be one more chore for Is to do when she gets home. Can she say “do I have to?” yet?
Yep, everyone’s doing well. Ph. even put on a smile and volunteered to cut the grass today (we slid the mower through the side door).
We’re going to give Is. a pass on the solving the garage door fiasco. You know what they say about sleeping giants (even if only four-plus pounds). Thanks to our landlord we’ve got a garage door repair lined up for Monday.