Dear, sweet Genevieve. This is the way I love her most --still and quiet. No, really, I love her busy chatter. But this is the time I can pretend she is still my little baby.
Here she is surrounded by her "little buddies" of choice for the night. She loves her little huggems dolly (she is cuddling the foot under her cheek in this pic) and her "little lamby with the circle in his belly." (big lamby is a long-running favorite). It just occurred to me that the other three - giraffe, duck, and dragon all were parade prizes; Easter in New Orleans, and Cincinnati "pride." She is getting a good night sleep to prepare for her first day of school. She is very excited and still talking about the best rainbow card (from Miss Carmy) she ever ever got.
At the playground today she met Leela's future best friends - twins Katherine and Eleanor, born January 15, 2004, and bound for Nativity.
Genevieve asked a question today that reminded me that a father as a primary caregiver exposes a girl to some unusual things. She asked why we did not have a boy toilet in our bathroom. I don't think I even knew "boy toilets" existed until I was three times her age. She's so cultured.
She told us on our evening walk that the cicadas in our neighborhood are called "zoombas."
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