Graces, #9

I love that every day I'm now on the lookout for the upside...



Dinner. Pasta tossed with crisp-steamed asparagus, olive oil, lemon zest, black pepper, Parmesan (aka What Was in the Fridge). Topped with with a little fresh mint. Maybe the best thing I've eaten in months.

The way Penelope repeats back to us things we've said to her. "If you need me," She says as she runs to the bathroom, "I'll be right here, ok?"

The way Adeleine can say Daddoo (dadadadada), all done (ah duh!), down (points, grunts), boo (bbbbbbb), and hi (haaah), but NOT Mama. Considering just how attached she's been to me from the first minute of her life, I find this endlessly funny.




The first bread I've made in, oh, say, 14 years? Penelope helped and it was an easy recipe for her attention span and my patience level.

Neighbors looking out for each other, getting to know one another, and taking care when illness strikes. I may live deeper in suburbia than was the original plan, but I think we hit a good-neighbor jackpot when we bought this house.