Hello, readers. We really are still alive. We all came down with various ailments last week - Meg's sniffles, earache, and associated distress was the most impressive (two doctor's visits), but I got the loudest cough. Jonathan was only sick one day, lucky duck. I still kind of sound like I'm dying, but basically we're healthy again. I'm grateful!
This evening, we were talking about how hard it is to keep on top of dishes, because we don't dare empty the dishwasher with Meg around. It has this magnetic attraction. She zooms straight over to it with her awesome lightning-speed crawl and starts cheerfully removing all the silverware, with a special emphasis on knives. If there is no silverware available, she'll grab plates and toss them on the floor. When thwarted, she will cling to your knees and wail.
Jonathan's take: "There are mythical Sirens living in dishwashers that sing songs only infants can hear, trying to lure them into a sudsy doom." Turns out he was reading the Nodwick blog. So timely. So true.
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