Light reading

The Kid is still half of a person; he Sort Ofs. He sort of communicates, and sort of plays with you. I mean, there's a lot of interaction, and his brain is full every day, but the nature of being two years old is that he's still taking in a lot more than he's giving back (as opposed to his brother, who gives back all day).

Anyway, he's still prone to Favorite Things. An odd or end gets picked up and serves, for a day or two, as a totem containing the meaning of life. For the last two days, it's been a little book. It's just the right size for his little fingers. He carries his little book around the house; he insisted on taking it in the car when we picked up The Boy from school. Today he took it to his crib; he's napping with it right now.

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When my normal infrequent posting schedule seems to dry entirely up, it's usually because I've finally got enough work that I'm actually busy. So when you don't hear from me for two weeks at a time, be happy. (I know, I know, you already were. Fine. Ha, ha.)