52 Days
We’ll be here . . .
Sort of. We’ll first be on the south side of the island for two nights, but then will move up to the north where this photo was taken (on a *film* camera).
52 days seems like an eternity right now.
Eyelashes
Now that Oscar can see, he’s become much more focused on the details of the world. The other day he saw an eyelash on his hand after looking at me blankly when I told him to blow on it and make a wish, he reached down and did it. Doesn’t look like a typical blowing motion, I know, but that’s one of those signs of apraxia the therapists keep seeing. Still wondering what he wished for.
Cranky Etta
Etta has had a craptacular week. She had four vaccinations on Monday and she’s erupting a least two of her two-year molars. She’s been so uncomfortable that she hasn’t even eaten very much (unbelievable for my girl). She also hasn’t been in the mood in the past week or so to allow me anywhere near her with a camera, but since when do I ask permission?
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Etta’s Hats
Where I’ve Been
