This evening we were lounging in the backyard when Mary marched out and announced, “There’s good news and bad news. The bad news is,” she grinned widely, “I killed a fly. It was gross!” She was so obviously proud of herself. It was adorable. “The good news is that I drew this!” and she proudly handed me several drawings cut and taped into a birthday cake shape, with the word, “Mary!” colorfully drawn on the top layer. It was too cute.
Abe and I were really tired today. Clarissa was up for HOURS last night. It was the first night since the trip that we didn’t go to her with milk in the night when she cried. And boy, can she express her feelings. She has such great lungs. Maybe she’ll grow up to be an opera singer or professional candle blower or something.
The evening was gorgeous out and Lydia and I spent it reading her new series, The School of Good and Evil. The woman who worked at Powell’s highly recommended it and Lydia is obsessed and wants me to read it, so I, with great effort, set aside Erling Kegge’s book, Walking, and picked it up instead. It’s not half bad.