Tonight we had a lazy day. This morning with Ayla. Books and Wiggles and treats and pancakes and potty and doggies and Lion King (which includes for me a snuggle, since she's cold, and hiding under the covers, how I crave that!) and naptime. I slept two hours. When woke (after several small wakenings) she was off with her parents to see "Curious George", We went out to buy her paints and paper and the Curious George soundtrack, which was sold out. I began dinner, and she came back.
At some point during cooking she ran into the kitchen, before it was all ready and said "poppy I need PASTA". It's coming sweetheart.
Butterflies! she said when she sat down to a bowl of Farfalle, with a brown veal sauce, reggiano parmeseano, peas with butter and salt and pepper. D. and I had big old veal chops, yum.
She's running around now, making us gladder by the moment. She just gave me a secret: blahadad dhda dhad a baba a dhaba.
It's the secret to the everything.


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