Ah, my little girl grows less little by the moment. So astonishing to watch; never has there been a more fascinating show (to us). Her new, excited proclamations of "Oh! I yike dat!" are the best best best. She yikes yots of things :-)
This New York trip was the first time I've left her, and I was full of anxiety, but she and Jim did beautifully. New sleep routines were established, and ... I might cry ... weaning has been accomplished. *sob sob* It's a new phase. My baby isn't a baby anymore. Two nights of the past three she has slept all night, with only a brief wake-up to ask for milk (the cow kind). Don't get me wrong, she slept well pre-weaning, but I had the easy remedy going, the almighty boob. The transition has been easier than I expected.
And now, to work with me, to the Big Scene that I have been courting for a couple of days. It's the idea that, when I was daydreaming up this book, went BAM! in my head and I knew I had a story. Now to bring it to life. Off I go ...