carys!
i am leaving friday for white rock and the memorial service. i will be back thursday. its the right thing to do.
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carys is turning into my dark horse. always watch the quiet ones. her favourite pasttime is crawling to the bookshelf, sitting on her knees and lower legs, raising herself up, hunching over the bookshelf and yanking books off the bookshelf. she particularly likes the cascade effect that she gets when she pulls flashcards off the shelf. while in normal circumstances carys turns her head when someone calls her name, whilst in the middle of spring cleaning, if you call her name, she soldiers on. no head turning, no pause in the task…she soldiers on. she is very methodical in her work, and takes time to push a recently dislodged book on the floor back and forth a few times before abandoning it and finding the next one.
she and her sister are wearing an osh kosh jean dress and pantaloon set. the panties have little pockets on the back. it is comical the way carys’ legs fall out of the leg holes: the elastic doesn’t touch her thighs. carys eats as much as her siblings, and more efficiently too i might add, but she isn’t packing the weight on. actually, she does like the warm food, but she doesn’t like the coldness of yoghurt/fromaige frais. spoon a mouthful in and she will keep her mouth open for 20 seconds or so, and then slowly swallow. siblings jasper and sela have no such respect for taste and virtually inhale the spoon in their quest for yoghurt.
she still laughs at the wiggles and at her favourite wiggles song. her hair is growing, and it seems to have a bit of a wave to it. hard to say, it could just be smeared yogurt that put her hair that way. she’s getting talkative. her favourite pastime is being naked and laying on a flat surface. in this situation she flails around shouting happily, her little tushie rising and falling, arms flailing. maybe it is the freedom she loves…she has certainly fought for it.
