Sunday, April 13

The girls and I started the day with a trip to Tous Les Jours for pastries. It's very pleasant to make these little trips; the girls are chatty and funny, the pastries are delicious, and it's a nice weekend tradition. It was a lovely spring day today so I ran a few errands, played with Farrah in the backyard, read on the porch, and did some crocheting. 

We watched an episode of Lost while eating dinner. The lawless, maverick conman is now, somehow, in a timeline that is either past or future, a cop. The lawless, maverick conman is simultaneously still on The Island, planning to commandeer a submarine. 

Greta finally allowed Lucia to reorganize her dresser top. Lucia created a whole area dedicated to Fearless, neatly arranged all of Greta's Smiskis, and color-organized all of Greta's crystals. 

Lucia, like Greta yesterday, spent much of today crying over Fearless.

Last night, Farrah refused to jump down from Greta's bed at bedtime and slept there for much of the night. When I said goodnight, resigning myself to this betrayal, Nutmeg kept urgently hopping around by the bed, trying in her silent bun way to alert Greta that Farrah was still in the room. I'm going to have to add another round of pets to our family that will sleep solely with me.

Andrew, meanwhile, has left Peru and is now in Brazil, having an entirely different sort of weekend.