Hilary came for a weekend visit, which coincided with Stephen being out of town for an ordination, so John was the man of the house and peacefully tolerated all our crazy talking and laughing and singing and giggling and cooking and crying. It was good to have some solid sister time, the younger half of the sisters.
Hailie has been baking our bread while she’s been here, which has been such a blessing. Homemade bread is so much tastier than store bought (which we’ve always referred to as “fake bread”). I thought this slit looked like a leaf and had to take a picture.
Maria’s new fave phrase: “What happened?” She says it very clearly, and it’s delightful. She only said it about every five minutes while we were watching A Man for All Seasons on Thursday.
Carrying a little prayer book with her: “Dis Daddy’s ‘pecial boot [like book with a t]. Mia tareful with Daddy’s ‘pecial boot.”
This afternoon, I carried John in to the bedroom for a nap. I was pleased to see that Maria was already in bed, burrowing between the clean sheets, and I set John down on the bed to change his diaper. Then I heard the burrower remember, “Tate off boots. Mia need tate off boots,” and she emerged to do just that. I cringed a bit, then shrugged. The sheets still felt nice and clean, and at least she had remembered before John and I climbed in, unaware of the dangers in store for us.