two minutes

No time for writing! Arg! The few minutes I could possibly steal are now gone, thanks to the fact that the baby has taken over my office for sleeping. A room reconfiguration is in the works, folks. . .

Well, here's a little song Merry was singing this morning at the end of breakfast:

--Praise Bird from whom all blessings flow. . .
Praise Bird all creatures here below. . .

--That's a strange song, I said.

--That's the song the birds sing, she replied, The birds think God is a bird.

So there you have it.
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Yesterday (after a conversation in which Elspeth assumed we were "keeping" the little boy baby we were taking care of--We can't keep him?--she demanded), Elspeth offered me some invisible medicine for an invisible burn I received for the invisible food I had accepted from her hands.

--That's good medicine, I told her.

--Thanks. My mommy made it.

--Wow. What's it made out of?

--Squirrel.

This conversation should not have surprised me so much--there is a squirrel hunting season here (Elspeth is assimilating?) and I had just told her what sushi (or shushi as she says) is made from, to which she replied, YUCK.
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Last night when we checked on the girls at 11:30 or so we found them snuggled together in one bed. This is true companionship especially considering Elspeth peed out at about three in the morning.
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Last night we celebrated Elspeth's stunning accomplishments by throwing a Potty Party. Merry baked a cake from her own recipe and it was absolutely delicious--a carrot cake that will become standard in our house, I think. I'll post the recipe once we try it again.
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Since Elspeth is hanging on me while I type, I'd better sign off. Oh sigh. I love parenthood. Martin came home from work yesterday full of being back and said, "Silence! I had forgotten the silence of my office!" Me, I had to deal with the curmudgeonly jealousy that threatened to whack me over the head. Silence? Office?

Ah, there will be a time.

I just heard a cry from the first floor: BEATRIX! YOU'RE WALKING!

Hmm.