Just went in to check on the girls. Sandy was cradling Clementine in her lap like a newborn stroking her hair. Clementine was out cold. Whatever keeps them happy.
- Adoption case worker (sternly): You know that Clementine's adoption may be scheduled for early in the morning, like 9:30am.
- Me: I don't care if it's scheduled for 2 in the morning. I'll be there.
If the girls were muppets, Sandy would be Kermit- all pensive and thoughtful…while Clementine would be Animal. Happy and thrashing around all the time.
Now that Sandy can talk, she screams everything. It’s like she’s a digital dictionary stuck on the highest volume. “BALL!! MORE!! CLEMMIE, COME!! CLEMMIE HAIR!! ASIA’S SHOES! PLEASE CANDY!! SPOON? SPOON! APPLESAUCE!”
Sandy’s hit that language explosion where she wants to know the name of everything. It’s so much fun. She knows words that Asia and I haven’t taught her like “rainbow”, “kangaroo” and “basket”.
Antoinette spent the night, Clementine projectile vomited all over her at 4:30am (probably because of some vaccinations she got yesterday). On her phone, filled her shoes, soaked pillows. Bathing Clementine at 5am, doing laundry, cleaning the rug… it’s a reminder why it was so hard when they were younger and it’s so much easier now.
Everyone’s back asleep and I’m buying donuts to make-up for it.