I finally got to purging and packing some things that have had me frightened and pulling the blankie’s up over my head. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be. And now it’s DONE. Woohoo.
Then we had lunch with hot dogs and home made fried zucchini for Mama, Papa and G, and some yogurt and bananas for baby. We don’t often all get to eat together, so it was nice. And we watched Monster House while we ate, just hanging out.
For dinner, we went out, walking down the street, G in the stroller, and Ivy being carried by papa. Papa has been focusing on G for the last few months, and maybe has been intimidated about taking both kids at the same time, so he doesn’t often end up spending as much time with Ivy, but that is starting to change. And Ivy got to spend some time up high on Papa’s shoulders. Fun.
At bed time, G was having his milk while Ivy nursed, and we were all sitting on the couch. Poor Dama the cat, who is dying, jumped up on the couch, and we told G to be nice to her because she’s old and sick. G put his finger to his lips and said, “hmmm,” which is what he does, I think, when he is wondering what something means. So I told him, I said, “that means Dama is sad.” And then, all of a sudden, his behavior changed. He started meowing at her, and patted the sofa next to him for her to sit. Then he covered her with his blankie and offered her some milk and his pacifier. It was really sweet, and the first time we’ve seen him really be that compassionate. (Although he has given toys or blankies to Ivy when she cried.)