Mary walked Naomi and Xavier to school. I suggested to Rhiannon that she get dressed, but no, she was waiting for her mother to come home to dress her this morning. I suggested we pick out her socks, or that at least she show me the sock drawer, even if we didn’t take them out of it. A pink pair of those and we matched up some underwear to go with it. Those in hand she showed me the next draw: shirts, a jacket and some trousers. Soon Rhiannon had dressed herself forgetting she wasn’t going to do it.
Yes. She is getting older. Her day care provider took her swimming. The baby pool was closed for repairs and the big pool too cold for her liking. There was a highlight to the event. When the caregiver was showering the children, Rhiannon got to use the soap that is connected to the wall.
“Nice,” said Mary.
“Do you know what it smells like?”, Rhiannon asked.
I am making cinnamon buns now. Leo doesn’t think that cinnamon buns constitute an evening meal. But at his house, add cheese and a container of yogurt and Naomi thinks it a banquet. Cute, fresh girls.