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1/18/07 (Thursday)

Cara had a good day with Susan today; it was nothing at all like Tuesday! She played independently, and she napped well. I asked how she ate. Well, in the morning she had a banana, four mini-waffles, some cereal . . .

That was when I told Susan about Cara's morning. She got up at five, and when we brought her downstairs she ate half a container of yogurt, four mini-cinnamon rolls, and some of Steve's toast. We did have a nice morning. After we ate, Cara and I sat in the living room with the TV on. Each of us had a section of the paper and a pen. I did my sudoku, and Cara drew on some ads. We didn't fight at all. When Jo-Jo's Circus was on, Cara stood up and tried one of the activities: she went up on tippy-toe. When Choo-Choo Soul came on and turned out to be all about jumping, Cara got right into that. There were some (very ugly) animated kangaroos, so Cara was pointing to them and trying her best to jump, saying "Roos! Nump! Nump! Roos!"

Cara likes to get down as soon as I'm outside Susan's door; she runs away into the yard. We had a good chase today, and it was snowing, so the grass was a little bit white. It was pretty. Eventually I retrieved her and convinced her to come to the kitty house. Here, she waited for me at the door and started calling the kitties before I had my key in the lock. Once inside, she switched focus and headed for the kitchen. She downed almost a whole container of yogurt, which she had requested by name. We snuggled and read books before dinner, for which Cara had soup. "Soup!" She also ate some bread, and then she had a fortune cookie, and then before the bath I let her have a couple of pretzels, and then after the bath it was back downstairs for some pretzels, and then Daddy laid down the law. It was time to brush.

I'll add that after Cara had been eating her soup for quite a while and it was getting near the bottom of the bowl, she started saying "Eat. Eat." and smiling to herself. It was very funny. Are we in the midst of a growth spurt? Later in the evening Cara was trying hard to be busy so that we wouldn't have to go read our bedtime books. She got into our closet and pulled out my pair of flip-flops, crying "Shoes!" I was lying on the bed and she tried very hard to put them on my feet--she did actually manage to get one on properly. Then she tried very hard to put them on her feet. Then I had to put them on again, standing up. As soon as the second flip-flop was securely on my foot, she cried "Off!" because it was her turn again. Eventually, though, she convinced herself that all this shoe-wearing wasn't worth the trouble, dropped everything, said "Books!" and ran off to her bedroom.

1/19/07 (Friday)

The word explosion continues. We look at the history book I'm reading and I point to a picture and say 'castle'. Cara goes over to her Weebles toy and says 'castle.' Sentences are coming too. While trying to put one toy through the opening designed for another toy, Cara says 'Uh oh, George stuck!' Later we dig through the trash and find the eyes that belong to another toy. Cara says 'Bear's eyes,' and runs off to find the bear so she can give him the gift of sight.

On a different note, while getting up to do the Mickey Mouse Club dance, Cara took a nasty tumble off her stool, hitting her face on the coffee table. So far, I see only red marks on her cheek and eyebrow. I expect that this afternoon they'll either turn blue or be gone completely.

The appetite grows. Steve gave her eggs before I arrived and said she had some. She spied me having me breakfast later and came in to share eggs and toast with me. Then at about nine, she had two more pieces of toast with butter, half a fig newton, and lots of tangerine slices. All this before nine thirty.

For the first time I packed Cara's traveling bag with her help. I would put something in and Cara would say 'shirt', 'clothes', 'pants', 'socks' taking things out and then when urged, putting them back in. Then she insisted I carry the bag downstairs to its place fdfcrrrrrrrrrrrdcby the door. (Notice, in the preceding sentence, Cara helping me type!) Right now, she's downstairs repeating over and over 'I know. I know'.

Cara is adeptly echoing words and phrases, building her vocabulary. At the library, she spotted a picture of Pooh on the desk; the librarian directed us to a Winnie-the-Pooh activity in the program room. As we settled down, I told Cara, "I'll get a pair of scissors.' "Pair of scissors," she replied. The project was to cut out boots, mittens, sweater, hat and scarf, and glue them onto Pooh. We had a lot of fun deciding where things should go - should we put the mittens on his ears? She carried her finished Pooh around the library, where she chiefly wanted to try sitting in all the different types of chairs; ottomans on coasters are especially entertaining. She also did some wooden puzzles, greeted lots of other children ("Hi, kids.") and even looked at a few books. There was a heartbreaking moment when a little boy took a book she had been reading earlier, but we recovered quickly.

At home she feasted on Italian Wedding Soup. We provided toast and cheese as well, but the soup was her sole desire. Well, that and anything I was eating. Once out of her high chair, she wanted to occupy my seat and sample my food, so she had some snow peas and sweet potatoes too. She has found a name for me, I think; Grandpa is "Papa" and I am "Mama." I am hoping she refers to Evelyn as "Mommy" so we will be distinct, or maybe I can evolve into Grandmama.

After supper she asked to play with her "amals" - the animals in the alphabet zoo, and impressed George mightily by pronouncing "alligator" with all its syllables. We watched another Blues Clues DVD - yes, Joe also signs - and had a joyful bath with Mickey, Minnie and "Dodald."

Bedtime was sweet. We got partway through the big book of songs, rhymes, etc. She sang along with Old MacDonald. Then she got her hairbrush and said, "Brush doggie." Grandpapa had placed the huge plush dog in her crib. I lifted her in. She swiped the brush across him, then lay down on him. What a nice pillow he makes! I covered her with her blanket, kissed them both goodnight, turned out the lights and tiptoed away. Later we could hear her sweetly talking to her toys, but she never uttered a protest or a cry.

A thrilling extra this week: both Janet and George wrote their own accounts of Cara's sleepover! Here's George's version of Friday night:

I woke Cara from her nap at 2:30 and while she wasn't quite cranky, she was sort of disoriented in a drunken sailor-sort of way. She didn't want to eat anything right after her nap, having filled up quite well before the nap began. We arrived at the Middletown Library at 3:20, just as Grandmama Janet was arriving.

The two of them went into the activity room where they spent dozens of joyous minutes doing today's cutout: Winnie the Pooh in his winter mittens, hat, boots, scarf, sweater. Cara actually placed some of these objects, which Grandmama graciously cut out, into the right place, all the while waving the glue stick around and being friendly to the other little boys and girls who came for the same activity. I left right after this but Grandmama assures me that she and Cara had major fun with the other stuff in the Library.

At around five, Cara arrived and while she did play around a little, it was clear that she needed to eat. I made her some 'Italian Wedding Soup' and Janet shared some of her cereal with Cara who ate from the two dishes set side by side in front of her.

More words escaping the child's lips: 'pair of scissors', 'alligator'.

We played with the zoo animals, the stuffed animals and Cara attempted to play with the live animal, our cat Schmutzy, who tried to nap through the experience. Grandmama chased Cara around our kitchen level, getting shrieks of laughter, then drove Cara around in the wagon on our tile floor at the family room level, getting more shrieks.

At around 7:15, we put on a couple of DVDs which the library loaned to us and Cara watched intently until after eight when it was time for her bath. Grandmama reports that after the bath, after the book reading, Cara insisted on brushing our large stuffed dog's hair. Grandmama helped in this endeavor; afterwards, Grandmama kissed the large stuffed dog, the cuddly cat, the horse, some plastic toysÊand Curious George, and she also kissed Cara who had cuddled up with the dog and did not whimper or cry when her Grandmama left her for the night.

Late at night, we heard Cara having an intense conversation with the animals sharing her bed. In the morning, I discovered that one of the toys had had its head ripped off. No doubt, Cara instilling discipline.

1/20/07 (Saturday)

This morning while the coffee was starting, I heard her again, talking happily. She was glad to get up, so long as she had Mickey, Minnie and Donald firmly in her grip, but wanted no part of getting dressed. We let the Schmutz back into the house - he spent the night in the garage - and she was very interested in the process of feeding him. I am pretty sure she said "Kitty wants food." She enjoyed watching Gandpapa cook, but she grumbled and complained about getting dressed. Wolfed down her eggs, ate some toast, but never touches bacon. She did feed some to Donald, though. She nicely wiped her tray clean when she was done and we high-fived. "Yay," she said.

Then she started singing a very recognizable version of the Winnie-the-Pooh song. I made my best effort to sing same, and she smiled. So I found the Winnie-the-Pooh book and we read a great deal of it together. Eloise was handy; we had read it during the evening and she wanted it again. When we got to the end of that, I began to prepare her for what was to come; I told her she was going to ride in Grandpapa's car to see Mommy and Daddy. I mentioned Shelby and Buster as well. Even so, she did not want to put on her sweater and she bawled when taken to the car; a tear was on her cheek. Parting is rough, but I'm sure she cheered up as soon as the house was out of sight.

While Cara was busy with the excitements of Friday night, her Mommy and Daddy decided (or rather, as per usual, Evie decided and I agreed) that it was time to begin POTTY TRAINING. So we went to Babies R Us and bought us a potty and a DVD about using the potty (Once Upon a Potty - for her). In the morning when Cara arrived she was immediately introduced to the potty and shown the video, which is an animated story about a little girl learning to use her potty. (Incidentally, I didn't realize that we would be stuck basically using the same terminology for bodily functions that the video uses, but since we don't want Cara to get confused, it looks like urinating is "wee-wee" and defecating is "poo-poo," and the thing she makes wee-wee with is her "pee-pee." Although Evie has just told me she is going to use her own terms for bodily functions: pee-pee and poop.) Following the animation is a very repetitive song, "The Potty Song," which I have a feeling will very quickly get on my nerves, though the two or three viewings I had today were fairly cute. There was also a section for parents which didn't tell us much more than the internet article we read the night before, but was nice confirmation all the same.

Anyway, Cara was definitely interested in the potty and enthusiastic about messing with it. Our first difficulty to surmount was convincing her to just back up and sit down on it, instead of climbing on top of the seat and then collapsing onto it (her usual method for getting onto big-people chairs). We want to try to avoid her getting her feet stuck in the potty bowl. I think we worked that problem out (and we quietly took away the extra "deflector shield" potty add-on for boys, which Cara loved putting into and taking out of the potty bowl), and we quickly had her sitting on the bowl with her pants and diaper off, happily looking at books. No big successes yet, but also no accidents; and I have hopes that we can get her onto the thing at the right times. It's pretty easy to tell when she's having a bowel movement, and I've seen her stop to squat down before peeing, which shows she has an idea of when something is going on down there.

We discovered this morning that Cara has found a whole new dimension in coloring. You don't have to just use paper! You can color on walls and heating vents! Evie found that baking soda can help get crayon off of these things, and we threw out all of our non-washable crayons. Also this evening Evie picked up some nice "erasable" coloring sticks, which are shaped more like pens or pencils. Cara has demonstrated that she really prefers scribbling with pens and pencils anyway (she became very attached to one of my father's pencils today and we had a job getting it away from her), so this is an added benefit.

We have also begun noticing that Cara is objecting to being put in her booster seat and high chair. She does still attempt to climb into them herself at certain times, but being stuck in one by someone else is not so good. We have gotten into the habit of feeding her snacks that she can eat while wandering around the house, and she would probably prefer to eat this way most of the time.

The main event of the day was when Grandma and Grandpa came! They were here as usual for the basement, but also got a chance to give Cara her favorite thing: spectators. She loves it when people watch her play. She tried to be especially adorable today. It seems that both pairs of grandparents have earned the names "Mama" and "Papa," since Cara was calling my parents these names today. She got into the basement a few times and got to play with various tools, most of which were identified as "hammer".

Cara had an unenthusiastic lunch of soup (could she be tiring of this food?! she was still saying "Mmmm! Soup!" while play-eating today), then went in for her nap. When she awoke, she gave signs of being hungry, so I plied her with pretzel sticks and her freeze-dried mango snacks. We sat down to read some books. We went through about three books, Cara all the time stuffing mangos into her mouth. Soon she was done and looking for more, so we went down to the basement and got a bag of freeze-dried apple snacks out of the pantry. I was worried that the change of flavor might dampen her ardor, but no--she continued putting them away until long after the grandparents were gone, until I looked over with utter shock to find the newly-opened bag nearly empty!

In the evening we decided to go off to the mall and see "the fishies." I didn't really understand what this was for a while, but Cara was yelling "Fisheeees! Fisheeees!" with great excitement during our walk into the mall. She was incredibly enthusiastic about going upstairs, but then wanted to be carried most of the rest of the time. The fishies as it turns out (I think Evelyn has described these before on the journal) are these projectors they have that put a sort of foot-activated video game onto a patch of floor at the mall. Kids love them, and there was a big crowd of kids jumping and stomping around the thing when we finally reached it. We were content to watch for a while. The projector goes through several games, and Cara did get down and run into the crowd to bounce around a little. After a few seconds, all the other kids would make her a little shy and she would run back to one of us and hug our legs. Then in a little while she would run back in for another go. After a few times like this, Cara was ready to leave, but Mommy had us wait just to see if the projector would cycle around to the game that shows the actual fishies. It did, and Cara cried "Fisheeeees!" and jumped back into the fray with wild abandon.

After this adventure we eventually found ourselves at the food court. Mommy and Daddy got their dinners and then we went home and heated up leftovers for Cara (this may sound mean, but she enjoyed her leftover grilled cheese sandwich just fine!). On the way into the house, Cara had been excitedly singing her version of the "Winnie the Pooh" song. It kind of goes: "Wee wee Pooh, la la bear," repeat. She seemed so into it that we popped in her Pooh tape, even though it has been played too much and has a line through the middle of the picture. This did not decrease her enjoyment, and we got on the internet and ordered a special out-of-print DVD edition from Amazon, which has even more stuff on it and will hopefully come soon.

Cara is really very good at eating yogurt now. We don't give her a bib at all, just open up the container and sit it in front of her and give her a spoon. She had basically two whole containers of yogurt today at two different sittings, and barely spilled a drop onto herself. We do I think have to finally get rid of her little Gerber spoons with rubber covers on the ends, as she has successfully begun biting bits of the rubber covering off (and so far has been spitting them out, but you never know!).

Cara has been really beating herself up lately. George told of her unfortunate fall against the coffee table. We found a rather big scratch or bruise on her side tonight. She woke up from her nap and scratched the side of her face, leaving big red marks (this evening Evie cleverly clipped her fingernails). And this evening she had a nasty fall in our bedroom and conked her head against my nightstand, hard enough to bring up some blood. For this, she got an ice pack and some extra movie time, including the "Blue's Clues" DVD (which she calls for by name: Boos Ooos!). It was well past her bedtime when we finally brushed and got a good Babar story and got put into bed.

She has been very affectionate to everyone lately, lots of hugs and kisses and pats. For the last few times I've put her to bed, when I tell her it's time and turn her around in my arms, she says "mmmm" and pats my back, and sometimes even gives me an air kiss.

1/21/07 (Sunday)

All of Cara's various wounds are healing nicely, and she really hasn't seemed to notice any of them. She had an enthusiastic breakfast of mini-cinnamon rolls, later supplemented by grapes, more grapes, and some more grapes. Cara does not particularly like being put into her booster seat or high chair, unless it was her own idea in the first place.

Downstairs, Cara got out the Playmobil baby, who wanted to play on the various slides. Soon, Cara was calling, "Mommy, ahhhh you?" She wasn't talking to me; the baby wanted its mommy. We found the mommy, rejecting the figure who is identical, save the colors of its clothes, and the baby and mommy played together happily. They have, in fact, been together all day and gone everywhere with Cara.

Since we had these new crayons, we thought it would be a good day to replace our drawing pictures. Steve went to print some out, and he discovered an interactive game that Cara could actually play on the computer! It's a Little Einsteins thing: you have to pat the space bar rather than your lap to help power up Rocket. We got Cara in front of the computer and showed her. Despite encouragement, she excitedly patted her lap, leaving Mommy or Daddy to hit the space bar. The new pictures are taped down, though; this time we got a variety. The new crayons are a little bit tough to draw with, but I'm hoping we'll get used to them or break them in or something. They have a point and an eraser end, and Cara spent her first five minutes drawing with the eraser. She likes us to join her at her table. Last night, she told me, "Mommy sit there," pointing at my assigned chair

I am putting a lot of thought into potty training. It doesn't really make sense to just sit her on the potty all the time, although it's nice that she likes it as a seat. She wants to sit on it naked; in the evening, before her bath, we let her. Today she went to it, fully clothed, and started trying to pull her shirt up. She has not, of course, made anything in the potty. We need to get her to understand the point of the whole thing, and I think I want to find feel-and-learn diapers, so that she'll be aware of when she's wet. Right now, it means nothing to her. However, we have lots of normal diapers, so I can't hurry. When she made a poopie today, I let her flush it down the toilet. I think that, for now, all we can do is work on the lingo and occasionally do some modeling or flushing.

Today we went to see Uncle Jim and Aunt Sarah and their dog! Cara stayed awake the whole way down. She was tired when we got there, but in a few minutes she had perked up and was exploring. First, she found the doggie in the bedroom. He was shy and stayed on his bed, and Cara visited him often. In the course of the afternoon, she offered him a pen to draw with, her sippy cup to drink with, his mommy's sock to wear as a hat, a cookie to eat, and a doggie biscuit to eat with adult approval. She also found many other things in the bedrooms which she oughtn't to have had. Sometimes she had to run into the living room, put her hand in her mouth, and cry because things she wanted very much had not been permitted her. For lunch, Cara got to sit in a grown-up chair and eat pizza! She probably put away a whole slice. She had been snacking earlier on chips and sour cream, and she probably scared the poor doggie even more by having white stuff all over her face!

After lunch, Cara found the stairs. There is a spiral staircase up to the loft, where there is more stuff Cara shouldn't have. The staircase was fun for her and scary for us. She loved waving at everyone while she went up, and that part wasn't so bad. Going down was scarier. I held her hand while she bumped down on her tushie. There weren't actually any particular frightening parts, but the whole thing seemed like a bad idea. Later Uncle Jim pushed a couch in front of the stairs, and Cara was left to plaintively say "upstairs?" and point. We put on some Muppets and tried to get Cara to relax and stay put, to no avail. She sat with Mommy, with Daddy, and with Aunt Sarah. She ran. She visited the doggie. She was very tired. Soon, we took her home.

After her hour nap in the car, Cara was unhappy to be awake. We relaxed with some TV, and soon she was up and running again. She had some grapes. And more grapes. And more grapes. Then she took a break while I made her two hot dogs, which she ate about two-thirds of. I was tired, too, and so was Daddy, so we had a relaxing evening. Cara did express to us one desire which we have not fulfilled. She seems to want to take her potty downstairs, possibly so that she can sit on it to watch television. Hmmmmm. Now she's off to bed, and soon I will be, too.

1/22/07 (Monday)

I am very very tired, and Cara has alternated between wonderful and terrible this afternoon. Whenever she didn't get her way, she'd run off, put her hand in her mouth, and cry. She also spent plenty of time insisting on being picked up and carried around. She spent some time wailing because she was not being picked up and carried around. By the time it was time for dinner, she was very, very loud. She also was very, very hungry, despite having had some snacks in the afternoon. I found that singing cajoling songs was a very effective method this afternoon. Some things are more fun to sing about than others. Water is not a lot of fun to sing about. Strangely, I remember that I was horribly frustrated this afternoon, but I also remember lots of fun things. She really was very good, when she wasn't very bad.

While Cara was in her chair with some fruit snacks and grapes, I snuck off to check my e-mail. "Mamma!" She called me! She'd never done this before. I hurried back to the kitchen as she called again. I sat down and asked what I could do for my good, smart little girl. She pointed past me and repeated herself: "Manna!" Oh. Banana. Well, she ate a whole banana. I sang a nice song about bananas. Everything went well.

I had to go to the basement to get some things for dinner, so I invited Cara to come with me. We had to get out her stepladder so that she could climb up, up, up, and while I was unfolding it she noticed a drawer with lots of balls in it. I explained to her that they were for the kitties, and I asked whether she wanted to give the kitties a ball. Cara wanted to give them more balls than she could carry! We brought seven balls upstairs and tossed them around. Shelby did show up, briefly, but the projectiles were too much for her. Soon Cara started popping the balls through the cat door. She opened the basement door and headed down after them, and we went through the whole thing again!

Cara has expanded her numerical vocabulary. She is very interested, now, in the numbers above three and below eleven. Specifically, her favorite number is six. Most things are six. There are six of everything. She can also say five and seven, but I don't think she likes four, and if I prompt her with eight, she just says nine, ten.

Often, when Cara wants something, she grunts. Steve has decided to mount a "Use Words!" campaign, which I am trying to also implement. At dinner, Cara wolfed down her pasta and then grunted at my plate. She couldn't come up with the word on her own, but after a little prompting, she exclaimed, "More!" We went through this at least four times. Cara ate a lot for dinner and has been very cheerful ever since.

Dinner went on and on, but there was a little bit of playtime afterwards. Downstairs with Daddy, Cara played with the Weebles. She kept calling to the kitties, though, "Kitties, coming! Get you!" Surprisingly, they did not avail themselves of this invitation. She also demonstrated that she says, "I see you!"

Here's one for the "Oh, the Horror!" file. We are, of course, starting to potty train. Realizing that several of our tub toys have holes out of which water can pass, I suggested to Steve that he show Cara that they can make pee-pee. Last night, he demonstrated to her how George can pee. He explained the process very carefully. Cara's reaction, upon seeing water come out of George, was to take a drink. "This is awfully convenient," she seems to think!

1/23/07 (Tuesday)

Cara had a good day at Susan's; they were all outside playing when I arrived. Cara was very happy about wearing her mittens. In the car, I started taking them off of her. "On!" she said. We went to the supermarket, and she played with her dragon toy with her mittens still on for quite a while. When I finally took them off of her, she wanted them "on!" again.

On the way home from the grocery store, I heard Cara discover a loaf of white bread. When I got out of the car, I saw that she had hugged it almost beyond recognition. I explained that we do not hug bread, and I took it from her. Devastation. I thought that she was upset that I scolded her, but giving the bread back made it all okay. Eventually it occurred to me to ask whether she wanted to eat the bread. Yes. She munched her way through four slices, and all was well again.

Dinner was nice, though Cara was not, perhaps, as hungry as she might have been. She tried sitting in a grown-up chair, but soon we put her in her booster, pushed up to the table. She ate asparagus, stuffing, and chicken with her fork. She paused to talk about Daddy "over there" (across Mommy), and she gave me several hugs. Cara often has trouble identifying the cats, calling Shelby Buster and Buster Shelby. Today she was extraordinarily accurate in that regard, but mixed up Mommy and Daddy several times. I guess you can only concentrate on so much at once.

Cara is a wonderful repeater now, and I wonder sometimes how much understanding and thought there is behind some of the things she says. Steve and Cara were calling Shelby while Cara was in the tub, but Steve explained that kitties don't like to get water on them. The response was: "Kitties--water on them!" First she just wanted to "get" them, and now this!

1/24/07 (Wednesday)

We're bored with Winter. Tired of staring at each other. Can't play with toys. Can't read another word.

Despite it being cold, we decide we're going to the park, Johnson Park, that is. Cara has a very nice time greeting her friend the yotee, her friends the piggies. She merely nods toward the donkey. I'm embarrassed to say that Dolly the llama is called momma. Later, she picks up a fallen leaf and gives it to a goat, intensely pleased with herself. We watch a very large family of baby bunnies drink water. 'Cute bunny' says my cute granddaughter.

At the playground Cara laughs at the cold as she climbs up one of the ladders eight or nine times (but who is counting?) and slides down gleefully. She only fell through the rungs once and didn't hurt herself at all.

While driving home Cara has fun wearing my Summer hat, which I keep in the back seat. Much more fun than any of her toys.

After this refreshing excursion, Cara wolfs down (coyotes down?) a container of yogurt and it's time for her nap. Before putting her in I made the mistake of letting her hold the cup of goldfish crackers; at nap time, I had to wrestle it from her grasp. No crackers in bed! That's an important rule.

No crackers in bed, unless someone has brought some cheese.

Cara had her cup of goldfish crackers when I met her and Grandpapa outside of school. Our playdate with the twins had been canceled, so we went, on Grandpapa's suggestion, to the park. I parked close to the playground at Donaldson Park, and Cara was pointing out "rides" before we got out of the car. I zipped up her jacket and she was off. For twenty minutes she was running nonstop. She climbed stairs and the climbing wall all by herself, and she went down the baby slide and the big one both several times. I climbed up, too, to help her into the enclosed slide, which she loved. Whenever she landed, we played chase around the equipment. Soon, though, I knew that I was cold and so she must be, so we headed for home.

We still had our evening playdate! While I walked to PJ's house, Cara ran beside me the whole way, holding my hand. She was thrilled to head downstairs and play. Some highlights: PJ went and got a cup of juice. Coming downstairs with it, he spotted Cara's water sitting near my coat. He picked it up and gave it to her. (Disclaimer: This is a fairly isolated incident. They still obliviously or enthusiastically share drinks.) The toddlers found a box of Legos. Each grabbed some. Cara stuck hers together, and then she reached out and grabbed PJ's! That's what you get for being a nice guy, I guess. Unlike Cara in similar situations, PJ didn't make a fuss.

PJ had a cold and stayed home from daycare on Tuesday. Em reports that when she came in in the morning to drop off Casey, Cara came running out excitedly. Seeing only a mommy and infant, she turned around and ran off.

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