Our country surely does have its problems, but it's still one heck of a place to live.
KidThree is spending the day and overnight here, as she wants to be away from the sounds of fireworks and gunfire; they trigger flashbacks of the shooting. BabyGirl was here overnight so her parents could go to the A's game yesterday, a knuckle-biter to the last but fortunately our East Bay team was ultimately triumphant.
I'm still working on ways to drum up business for Grandma the Baker here. Today I went out to a street celebration in a wealthy part of town and handed out bags of free cookies, two to four in a bag, each bag with its business card inside with the goodies. Giving away cookies to people eating barbecue is amazingly easy--most are not dieting, at least not for the day, and they were all in the mood to enjoy good cheer. I left only regretting that there were still three bags of cookies in my freezer; could have given them all away. Now to sit patiently and see if anything comes of that.
KidTwo comes back to town on Saturday; it will be beyond wonderful to see her. I'm going to pick her up at the airport and have strict instructions to take her immediately to BabyGirl's location, wherever that may be that day. If I'm lucky, she'll spare a second to toss a 'hello' my way as she heads straight for the baby.
BabyGirl really isn't a baby anymore. She's seventeen months and walking like a pro. Okay, maybe not like a pro, more like a slightly drunken sailor, but it gets her where she needs to go. She's still not talking at all, using the baby signs instead. She's starting to babble syllables--bababa and mamama, but doesn't really direct them much. Fortunately, she does understand everything and respond appropriately; you just say, "one berry, two berry, pick me a blueberry," and she heads straight for "Jamberry" and brings it back. Her favorite book is one called "My Aunt Came Back," by Pat Cummings; something we could all recite in our sleep by now.
BabyGirl loves peekaboo, and is learning body parts. She can find her nose and takes great delight in grabbing Grandma's, and can find ears and eyes. Last night and this morning I had a great time telling her about her hands and fingers and feet and toes. As I was holding her while getting her breakfast ready, I found myself kissing her wonderfully accessible ears, being as they were just at the right level, and got to wondering if that is why ears are so sensitive, because they're right there for mamas to kiss. Or maybe it's just because they have to be sensitive to pick up sounds. Things like that are fun to wonder about.
Right now, I'm reading a book called "Incognito: The Secret Lives of the Brain," by David Eagleman. It is excellent, and I recommend it to all. It's about how are brains are arranged and how they got that way, and what's going on in them that we aren't aware of. It's written in wonderfully clear language, well explained but not too technical for the average reader.
That's it for this quick entry. I hope everyone enjoys a safe holiday and, if you're out there without power, that you find a way to stay at least a little cool.