R has an upcoming recital at our local Unitarian Church, so he’s been practicing bass a lot in the living room during the evenings. M has found a new game. She runs around him, then squeezes through his legs, runs around him again and squeezes through his legs again, and again, and again. M and I are going to make an attempt to go to the recital. It feels like a nice comfortable place to go, somewhere I am familiar with should I need to leave the recital quickly (with a screaming kiddo). I hope because it’s close to bedtime that she’ll be mellow and we’ll both get to enjoy the whole thing.
Inspiration . . .