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9/20/07 (Thursday)

Yesterday at Susan's, there was music playing. Susan was holding Casey, who was fussy. She danced with her. "Let's dance! Come on, Cara!" said Avery, holding out his hands to her. So Cara danced with a boy.

Cara remains somewhat delicate. She probably still has a cold. We played downstairs for a while, but while I cooked dinner she had to be in the kitchen with me. She sat in her booster seat and insisted on having the tray on. She painted with watercolors, she ate some puffs, and she generally directed operations. She requested spaghetti, so we went downstairs to get some. I did get her to agree to have tortellini instead. When they were ready, I got her some right away. Waiting was not an option, despite the puffs and the cheese stick I'd given her. Daddy did get home soon and join us, but then of course Cara was ready to go play.

She went downstairs and lay down on her big inflatable crayon and kind of rocked back and forth. It was the first time she'd tried it that way, so that was fun. Then she got Daddy to come down and play girls. They got out the Noah's ark, and Cara got one of the girls to ride a giraffe.

She helped Daddy clean up her magnetic girl, and later I got her to help clean up the Playmobil people. A sticker was enough motivation, and we had to go upstairs to get it, so it was a great segue to the bath. She put a Pooh sticker on one shin, then got a Piglet one and lost it in her pant leg. By the time we found it and she put it on her knee, it had lost its stick. She moved Pooh also up to her knee. Very fashion-forward. Soon enough the bath was over, the jamas were on, the teeth were brushed, and it was "Mommy, you get out of story chair!" time.

9/21/07 (Friday)

When I got to Susan's I went inside and the children began to come running towards me as a herd, on their way to play outside. Cara, I saw, was wearing a vibrant striped pink shirt that was among the new 3Ts I've bought lately. I had looked through her drawer last night and put it kind of on top, since I thought it would look nice with jeans. Cara was wearing it with the Ugliest Shorts in the World, which are also striped, but running in the other direction. They are also vibrant, but in all colors instead of variations on the theme of pink. They are amazingly horrible. Cara had clearly chosen her own pants. I found out later that she had chosen the pants first and then also chosen the shirt.

I drove Cara down to Grandmama's house for the evening. For the first time, I think, both of my parents have reported back! I thought about splicing their entries together, but it's probably better to run them consecutively. Grandpapa first!

Cara arrives around 4:30 on a hot summery September afternoon and after a short playing session in the house, Cara, Janet and I are off to the park. Cara runs partway, is carried partway. Janet is distracted by a friend, so Cara and I walk toward the equipment, with Cara glancing back once in a while, looking to see when Grandmama would rejoin us.

Cara is a climbing ace. She spends all her time on the big kids equipment--she walks confidently up the slide, then climbs backwards down a vertical ladder. She climbs up a difficult (impossible three months ago) ladder saying "I careful," but laughing at the same time. She's going nonstop down and around. Another little kid comes at roughly the same time that Grandmama joins us and suddenly, after only a few minutes, Cara says "I tired. We go home now."

What else were we going to do? We start on our way home. Both Grandmama and I carry her partway. We take a few steps into an overgrown path, while telling Cara that when her mommy and her aunt Claire were little girls we used to go exploring back here. Janet and I liked the story but Cara wanted no part of this adventure--she wanted to go home!

At home, GiGi was there and so was Aunt Claire. That led to more play. Soon it was time for dinner ("What! Pizza, again!") as all five us sat down and ate. Afterwards, Cara was back downstairs playing and waiting for us to put on Blue's Clues. We watched two episodes: for Cara the first episode was riveting and the second was pretty darn good.

Bathtime and then bed. Grandmama arrived upstairs at 8:18 P.M., which for us is a World's Record.

But at around ten, Cara awoke. She'd sneezed a couple of times in the evening but now it was clear that her nose was stuffed up and she was uncomfortable. I gave her some children's Tylenol and then a sippy cup of water--I was surprised when she drank almost the entire cup. Then Grandmama played with her some more and put her into bed--but Cara wouldn't sleep. Uncharacteristically, she began to cry. When Grandmama found her again, she'd vomited and Grandmama had to clean up the child, the Puma, the big dog, the sheet. After all that, Grandmama sat quietly with Cara for a few minutes, responding to Cara suggestion that Cara couldn't play with the zoo animals because they were all sleeping.

A few whimpers, sound sleep, and, suddenly, it was a gray, foggy morning.

Grandmama's turn.

When Cara arrived she was very thirsty and seemed tired; we asked whether she had napped, which indeed she had done, at Susan's. Even though it was gorgeous weather, we stayed in the house for a while until she seemed to perk up. Then it was off through the park to the playground with Grandpapa and me. She seemed energetic and joyful enough - we ran hand in hand across the grass - but her energy flagged much sooner than we would have expected and she asked to be carried home, where we found that GiGi had come to visit!

Again, Cara played very happily in the house. She painted a picture and strewed toys around liberally. She spotted a package of hot dog buns and eagerly asked for "b'ed," which she ate hungrily. She was also enthusiastic about supper, when she ate a couple of small pieces of pizza and some red pepper. She charmingly shared bites of her food with me. Before her bath she asked for more "b'ed" and ate another hot dog bun. As soon as supper is over each week Cara wants to watch Blues Clues (I cannot duplicate her pronunciation, but both words start with b as she renders them). Usually she watches a bit and then gets up to play; this time she sat snuggly in my lap for most of the show. She did find an opportunity to demonstrate that she can now get into her dress-up high heels and clunk across the floor in them unassisted, with a big hat on her head and a pocket book in her fist.

While Blues Clues was drawing to a conclusion, Grandpapa was drawing Cara's bath. "Let's see who needs a bath," I said and Cara went running into the bathroom. She said she wanted to use the potty, but wailed when her striped shorts were removed; she wanted to wear them! She wasn't happy about the shirt coming off either, but was distracted when the duckie washcloth tried to eat the fishie soap. She rescued the soap and the bathtime fun began. Another new accomplishment - she looks upward so I can rinse her hair!

This was a tired little girl! She had been read to and tucked into bed with Big Doggie, Puma and the lizard, by 8:15 - a record for us. Something made me stay alert though. Always pay attention to anomalies. I heard her coughing, and later I heard her crying, at around 9 o'clock. I picked up my sad little girl. Grandpapa poured her a dose of Tylenol. She asked, pathetically, to see my "pretty lady," so we logged onto Warcraft for a while. As Evelyn has reported, Cara is good at making the character jump. I read her some stories. I noticed something on the cuff of her sleeve and realized what had happened to make her cry - she had thrown up.

The mess was between Big Doggie and the side of the crib, subtly hidden until I looked for it. By then Cara was feeling much better. I took Big Doggie upstairs and cleaned him up as quickly as I could. Cara got to choose a new sheet for her crib - blue or yellow. Luckily, nothing had landed on Puma or the blanket. By this time Cara was feeling lively enough to suggest playing with the zoo, and that was where I drew the line. She wailed a little but allowed herself to be tucked back in bed. Was there anything else she needed to sleep with her? "My wizard," she said sadly. Her wizard??? Oh! The lizard! I retrieved him, she took him in her arms, and all was peace until morning.

9/22/07 (Saturday)

Happy birthday, Daddy! Happy birthday, Uncle Jim!

When I looked in on her at 6:30 Cara was just waking up. After her difficult evening, she seemed quite happy once again, though we didn't push our luck with breakfast - we stuck to toast. Now, Cara's breakfast creation is actually a triumph of bad housekeeping. We had neglected to put away a little bottle of colored sprinkles, and Cara had had her eye on them since Friday afternoon. As a result her toast was confetti-colored! I would never have thought of this myself, but it was delightful to look at and apparently quite good to eat, and I reason that it is no less healthful than toast and jam!

We took some time this morning to play with the zoo again, and with her Playmobil people. She insisted on wearing the striped clothing she had worn the day before; if she doesn't possess other striped apparel I think Evelyn will be doing very frequent loads of wash!

A few words about Cara's ride home in the morning: six months ago, Cara would get into the car because we put her there. Then she might play a little, say a word or two. Often I glance back at her as we neared home and she would be asleep or else groggy with near-sleep.

The behavior of six months ago has changed gradually. On Saturday mornings, she knows the routine and she knows what's at the other end of the ride. Once I've packed her bags and prepared the way for her, she strides confidently to the car door. When I open the door, she climbs into the car, then onto her seat. I ask her, as I have for the past few weeks, "Do you want your blanket?" She invariably says "Yes." Then I strap her in, hand her Puma and the toys of the moment. This morning, the mommy and baby giraffe were the lucky objects.

Then I climb into the car, open the garage door, start the engine and back out. At first Cara is quiet. When I steal a glance at her, she might be looking out the window, or she might be playing. The blanket is on her lap. Once we're on the Parkway, Care is playing seriously. The mommy giraffe is foraging for food, no doubt helped by her friend, Puma. There is lots of conversation back there, an almost non-stop flow. From the corner of my eye I can see little feet wriggling as, in her mind's eye, Cara is running and playing too.

For me, one of the benefits of the trip is knowing that Cara is listening to the background music of our culture. On past trips, I could hear her wiggling around in her seat to Chubby Checker and The Twist, then in following weeks, to "Let's Twist Again." There's always something fun. This morning, the quietest sounds in the back were just as we backed out of the garage, the guitar intro to The Rolling Stones "Brown Sugar" came on on the radio. When it ended, playing began.

This morning the playing was so intense that around milepost 126, the mommy giraffe went flying across the width of the car. I told Cara that we would retrieve the mommy giraffe at home and that baby giraffe and Puma would have to find a way to play together.

More intense playing sounds...

As we near home, things quiet down and I see Cara looking out the window. I wonder what she remembers about past trips and I wonder if she knows we're getting close. Last week, we passed Swales Park (the local park) and I could see the playground was torn up. Cara said "My park!" as we went by. This week, she made no comment as we went by the brand new playground equipment.

Six months ago, I would have to pick up Cara and lug her into the house to the waiting and happy arms of her mommy and daddy. A short time after, Cara began walking by herself. This morning, I asked her to carry the giraffes in (they're very heavy and have awkward necks), while I carried the blanket, Puma, and her two bags. She looked at me and took Puma away from me, making my walk a little easier.

Cara was a very happy little girl, as usual, when she walked in and handed me Puma and those two heavy giraffes so that she could go and play. We had a great couple of hours just playing downstairs. A lot went on. I know that when I came downstairs after my shower, Cara was in the ball pit with her two baby dolls, who were being alternately loved tenderly and tossed violently into the balls.

It was, indeed, a gray, foggy morning. However, we were excited about our new playground equipment! We got into our stroller and headed out. Cara was pointing out the park ("I see it!") when we were blocks away. First, of course, she had to get onto the swings. She did keep turning around to see the new stuff, and it was easy to talk her into going over there. Well, there are two slides, one straight and one curly. There is a climbing wall. There are two other interesting plastic things to climb up. There are stairs, too. There is a tube with a head that looks like a shower, and across the playground there's another, and you can whisper through them. I got Cara to say "Happy birthday," but then she was more interested in finding Daddy than in whispering with him. We ran around for about an hour!

It was the start of the rain that chased us home. We had a towel that we put over Cara, and the rain stayed light enough to be refreshing for us. When we got home, we had some hot chocolate. We put some goldfish crackers in the Wiggles bowl, and Cara enjoyed dropping them into her mug, then spooning them out and eating them like soup.

We played a little and had a light lunch, and then Daddy took Cara upstairs for some stories. Fir the past few weeks, Cara's not really been napping on the weekends. I was kind of scared that she never would again. Today, though, she played for a while and then did fall asleep, without any crying at all.

We ended up waking her up, and she was a little delicate and needy. She definitely has a cough. We snuggled for a while, and then Cara helped me give Daddy a birthday present. It fit in the old "I love Dad" bag. She took it downstairs and handed it to him and said, "I love Dad!" Soon it was time for us all to get our shoes on and go out.

We went out to Benihana for Steve's birthday with Grandmama, Grandpapa, Claire, and GiGi. Cara really enjoyed the show this time. She pointed out all the steam, stared at the onion volcano, and applauded when the chef caught the shrimp tails in his hat. She also mostly enjoyed the food. Why did I order her the chicken dinner? There is a shrimp kid's meal, too! She ate all the shrimp she could get, loved her noodles, ate some corn, and ate her soup, of course. She ignored the chicken. We had some ice cream for dessert, which Cara worked very hard to eat. Picking up ice cream with your hands is hard.

Afterwards, we all went to have a stroll around the mall. Cara got to have lots of different people carry her, which I know she loved. One sign that she's growing up: We walked past the Build A Bear Workshop. "We go in there? Pick bear for me!" Claire, who was carrying her at the time, and I were astonished. When I recounted thsi to GiGi, she pointed out that not only would it be tough to get Cara out of there without a bear, Cara does like to have one for each hand! Cara really wants to get into everything now. After a long walk and some playtime on the Reatrix pad, Steve and I were taking her back to the car. She made her bear suggestion again, but I diverted her attention to Puma. ( I doubt that'll work again!) She was willing to buy into the idea of going home. Even so, as we walked out, she wanted everything. She liked several stores. She wanted candy from the machines. Near the door, there's a little alcove with some sort of unlabeled service door in it. "We go in theeeere!"

9/23/07 (Sunday)

We had a very happy and busy little girl today. I made pancakes and Cara shocked Steve by pulling the head off of her pancake boy and eating it, but really I had already broken it off by accident and Cara was just taking the most accessible piece. Cara did a couple of things that surprised me while we were playing downstairs. One was something that Steve has done with her but I had never imagined. If you put the girls' hands up in the air, they can balance themselves while standing on their heads. I had had no idea. The other was something we've done with her before, but not for a few weeks. The fairy was standing in the castle. The princess came along and said, "Can I have a wish?" I jumped in and had the fairy say yes. "I wish for . . . a chair!" Then the princess went and sat in the throne that is a part of the castle, while I was still scrambling around to find one in a bin! Steve has always had the girls wish for very concrete, attainable things like that. I used to have them wish to fly. Wishing for chairs is much better.

To celebrate Daddy's birthday and Uncle Jim's birthday and Aunt Sarah's birthday, we went down to Grandpop's house. We did presents first; Cara and I both got sorry-it's-not-your-birthday gifts. (Mine was chocolate.) Cara got a huge new Play-doh set! It has 24 little tubs of colors, including silver and gold, and it has a lot of accessories. There are a lot of cookie-cutter type things, a rolling pin, and two little extruders. There is also a mold for casting 3D bears! They're about the size of Cara's counting bears. We must have spent an hour playing with Play-doh today. I made a lot of bears. We tried to limit the number of colors we had open, and the first pair we played with was purple and silver. The silver is sparkly. I made some sparkly bears. When we came back later, Cara picked the same colors again! A little tub can make three and a half bears. Cara kept smushing the bears and then saying, "uh-oh!" and asking me to fix them. I would ask her what happened and who had smushed them. "Me!" she would declare, triumphantly.

We also played outside, where Cara apparently believes she can run around like Floyd, the greyhound. Steve got out the badminton set, and Cara and I managed to carry birdies across the lawn, balanced on our racquets. We also briefly played with chalk and bubbles, and Cara made Sarah find her plaster bunny for her, because he had hidden under some bushes.

Inside, Cara felt that her mission was to get out as many toys as possible. She knows where they are kept, so she disappears and returns with new objects of interest frequently. She knows where other things are, too. I was holding her up to say good-bye to Jim and Sarah, when she urgently made me let her down and ran off to a back bedroom. I soon followed her to find her opening a jar on the desk. It contained some Good N Plenty. I told her that Grandpop might let her have some when he came in. She waited on the stairs, bouncing up and down when she saw him. She led him back and showed him what she wanted. He wasn't sure she could handle them, and I figured she wouldn't like licorice. We let her have one, admonishing her to chew it up. After playing for a few minutes, she disappeared again, running off for another piece! After she got it, I moved the jar. I'm conflicted because my Grandma Emily always had candy dishes at her house, and I used to love sneaking a piece as frequently as I thought prudent.

When we got home, it was time for Cara to have a snack. She ate some leftover macaroni and cheese from her lunch, and then she held her arms out to me. "You change me? On my table?" she asked. She stood up. She burped. I picked her up. While I as carrying her out of the kitchen, she noticed a tub of goldfish. "I need some crackers to feel me better!" She got some. Then she also needed a picture she had drawn, which she did not get, and a piece of bread, which she did.

After her bath she picked out her pink blanket sleeper with hearts on it, which last night we tried to talk her out of wearing because it was much too hot. This evening is cooler, so it's fine. Still, after she had it on, she took out several other, lighter pairs of pajamas and pointed out how many hearts they had on them. She may, Steve posits, have been reenacting the new part of the routine that we started yesterday! Now she is about to be put into bed, still in her heart sleeper, but with her Clifford slippers on top.

9/24/07 (Monday)

On the way home today, Cara and I talked about playing with Play-doh, but it somehow never happened. We hung around outside for a while, visiting with the neighbors, and then we had other things to do inside. I made banana bread, and Cara amused herself. When Daddy got home, he and Cara had many adventures. They were all over the house, culminating in an almost-successful cat interaction up in the office. Shelby was almost convinced to eat a treat.

Dinner was interesting. I made pasta, which is usually a hit. Cara did come running. So did Shelby, though she was just running away. Cara believes that she was going to her kitty dinner. She was in a hurry to get pasta in her bowl, but then Cara was distracted. She was busy with her water and her straw and her spoons and anything else she could find. Eventually I somehow wound up feeding her most of the bowl, because she was happy to eat it that way. I did kind of wonder what I was doing, but it was sort of relaxing, too.

After dinner and some more adventuring, to the basement this time, Cara managed to get an ice cream cone. She wanted to eat it with Yuliana, but instead we stayed in our kitchen. Cara assures us that I like green and she likes pink, but, when I remind her that she likes chocolate, she doesn't argue. She ate almost the whole cone, and then she mounted a strong campaign to be allowed another one! I distracted her with another trip to the basement.

I wanted to tie up the papers for recycling, and Cara did something astonishingly mature. She found the Toys R Us ads and took them away to study, repeatedly exclaiming over the toys and eventually bringing the ads to show me. She didn't have anything specific in mind, but she was excited.

Steve got season 2 of The Muppet Show for his birthday, so we watched the first episode this evening. Cara, for some reason, was excited by the idea. The first couple of numbers were musical. The first one was a little weird, it was comprised of four or five dancing, singing gingerbread men. I was snuggled up with Cara, and I could tell she enjoyed it. Other parts were good, but I don't think she liked any as much. She also tried to create continuity among the sketches, which doesn't work. She's probably a little young for the show, but I think we'll all have a good time.

In our basement journeys, Cara often finds the winter garb which for some reason is kept down there. She puts on hats and tries to put on gloves, then a scarf, and even got to the point tonight where she started talking about shoes (she may have meant snow shoes, like George wears in one memorable episode of Curious George). But suddenly the thrill disappears and everything gets ripped off. Ironically, our trip downstairs which resulted in the ice cream cone was actually a journey to find fig newtons in the cupboard--they were not there, but many surplus boxes of ice cream cones were.

In the bath tonight I discovered that somehow Cara had contrived to get a chocolate ice cream ring around her mouth and on the bottom of her nose. Amazing! So I got out the wash cloth. Cara used to like to use the wash cloth to kind of rub herself, or just lay on her belly, but tonight she got a scrubbing urge. She was determinedly scrubbing the tiled walls, really putting her back into it. I like this tendency for cleaning--I suggested that some day she can work on the grout for us. The other use that the wash cloth gets put to is as a "picnic." I think this may be my fault. It gets spread out on the edge of the tub and people lay on it to have picnics. Tonight, one lucky frog laid on his back on the picnic blanket and repeatedly fell asleep and woke up and fell asleep again ("He changed his mind," Cara explained). No picnic food was forthcoming, but I suppose he had a nice rest.

Tonight at story time we were, as we often are, reading the Big Book. There's one spread which I don't usually spend any time on, that shows various grown-up occupations. The text asks: what will you be when you grow up? A cook? Cara emphatically shook her head. A nurse, a doctor? "No." She seemed to have a clear alternative in mind, so I asked her, what did she want to be when she grew up? "I want to be a giirrrl."

9/25/07 (Tuesday)

Today at Susan's the topic of study was Johnny Appleseed. None of the children understood the story, but their project was an apple. I don't understand the project, which is a paper plate colored red, with a red circle on it in glitter. It has two light green streamers hanging from it, and it hangs, itself, from a piece of ribbon. However, it is an apple.

When we got home, Juliana came out to see us. She got Cara something special! It was a pair of big-girl shoes for dress-up. They're a blazing metallic pink! I asked her to get us something, because I know Cara loves playing with her high heels at Grandmama's house. Inside, the first thing we had to play with was Cara's magnetic dress-up girl. Cara dressed her. She has a short dress with spaghetti straps; Cara put it on her. It turns out that it is not a dress, it is a bathing suit. I have no girl, so I have to dress imaginary girls. Sometimes Cara highly disapproves of the outfits I select.

We played a lot, since Daddy worked late. We had out the Weebles and their castle and their treehouse. It turns out that Cara's whale, whom we have been searching for during her baths, was in the treehouse the whole time! We played with the girls. We had a tea party, with very clean plates. Cara "washed" them in her kitchen sink. We put on the Playhouse Disney CD and danced.

During dinner, when Cara was done and we weren't, we got her to eat some asparagus by pointing out how cute individual pieces were. We got through a lot that way. When we finally were finished and were ready to get up, she didn't want to anymore. She wanted to play with her pompoms and put animal stickers onto pictures. Well, she and Daddy made some wonderful art while I cleaned up. Then, downstairs, even more toys got taken out. Cara added a lot of coloring pictures, some crayons, and her Playmobil people. Steve and I headed upstairs to get the bath ready, which often has induced Cara to follow us. Not tonight. We waited, but then we went back down. She was playing and ignoring us hard. Her whale, with his fisherman and his boat, managed to motivate her to head for water.

When I put Cara down on her Elmo couch in her towel, she kept squirming to look behind her. "I need watering can," she said, "to water these flowers!" She had seen some tiny flowers on the mural. I hurried her into her pajamas (no arguments tonight about what to wear!), got her her watering can, and convinced her that pretend water was the best thing for the job. She watered a lot of pictures of plants. Earlier, Cara got onto her horse, outside. She showed me that she still can recite "Pennington Poe," which is really cute because she says, "Penning Poe" This evening, Cara got out that book of poems, and I got to recite one for her while I brushed her teeth. I'm very jealous that Steve got to read them to her.

9/26/07 (Wednesday)

Tonight Mommy had a Back to School thing, so it was full-time Daddying for me! I ended up spoiling her rotten. On the way home I had considered taking her to Panera to get her some soup, which would at least be healthier than fast food. When I got home I thought I would just drive her to Wendy's and pick up chicken nuggets. Then she demanded Curious George on the TV, so instead we sat at home watching that until our delivery pizza arrived. Ha!

The George DVD was on all evening, whether we were in the room with it or not. I kept thinking it must be the last episode, but then another would come on. Meanwhile, for dessert we had some of my leftover birthday cake. Cara's method for eating cake is to eat all the icing off the outside. After this wonderful meal, we went down and played with various toys, which she dumped out as the whim struck her. However she was very good about cleaning up when I asked her to. She helped me put away some of her girls' accessories, and also helped stack up the magnetic clothes from her other "girl" into their various cubby holes. Earlier when she was done her pizza, I offered to wipe her hands, but instead she went and got her little step and had me wash her hands at the kitchen sink! I was proud.

Cara is fairly adamant about putting the magnetic clothes onto her girl--she finds a good outfit and then nothing else can go on the girl, ever. I'm sure this is the practice she would like to put in place with her own wardrobe. I had to work very hard to convince her to wear a T-shirt and shorts for pajamas tonight, because even though it was stiflingly hot up in her room, she picked out her full-body heavy pink zip-up pajamas. I managed to talk her down with a minimum of tears.

Before this, in the bath, she got spoiled again. Cara often requests a "white" bath when we bring up the idea of coloring the water--I've decided that what she really means is that she wants bubbles in it. So I gave her a bubble bath and let her take her cheap little plastic mermaid doll with its accouterments into the tub, along with the usual toys. The mermaid was fairly mean to the Playmobil people, but later apologized.

Cara was particularly good in the bath and was very nice about letting me wash her hands, which she usually objects to. Partway through she started saying what I thought was "I want to watch!" I thought she was talking about Curious George, which was still on and could be heard from downstairs. But she held out her arm and pointed to it. "I want a watch!" I guess she enjoys playing with mine when she can get it, so now she wants one of her own! I wonder if there are toys for this?

I had expected that I would get Cara into her crib before her Mommy got home, and was trying to tell her so when she asked about Mommy coming back. However, just as I was getting to what I promised Cara would be the last story, Mommy got home and Cara heard her. So they had a nice reunion and some extra story time.

While we sat in her story chair with the Big Book open, Cara told me all about her evening. She reported that "a man brought us pizza." She related that "We had cake. I got icing on my face!" I asked what color the icing was. Pink, yellow, blue. I also heard about playing with bears--"your bears, too!"--and Daddy reading the Big Book.

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