The sound of Clouds Rubbing Together
Lucinda and Ethan are both afraid of thunder.
This morning there was a storm a few miles away, and the thunder was approaching.
Lucinda was frightened: “what’s the sound? what’s the sound?”, and clung to my leg.
We talked about how thunder was the sound of clouds rubbing together
and how it meant rain was coming.
We sang a song about not being afraid of thunder, and stamped our feet.
Then, I said that even though Lucinda wasn’t afraid of thunder any more, I thought Caterpillar might be.
So Lucinda spent the next five minutes comforting caterpillar,
singing the thunder song to her and explaining about
the sound of clouds rubbing together.
Bathtime
Ethan has started cropping and editing photos himself. He cropped and edited The 5th and 8th photos in this series.
Permanently Astonished.
Who wouldn’t be.
“Who ARE these people?”
“What do they want from me?” …
‘WHO IS THAT BIG HAIRY GUY?”
peek a BOO
A hundred expressions a minute
An enormous caterpillar!
The wild, wonderful, generous and impulsive Linda and Dianne sent us a treasure trove of gifts today all the way from Gloucester, Massachusetts, including a furry caterpillar 7 feet long, “Juggling for Complete Klutzses (for me!), a dress enrirely covered in watermelons, pears, lemons and cherries and the most luxuriant bathrobe you have every seen. There’s more stuff in there we haven’t even glimpsed yet. I don’t know how they got such a huge box of unexpected pleasure over here so fast.
We were exhausted after a bad night with Lucinda, and then had this most excellent surprise. Thanks, guys.
The Sniff Test
We have a tradition in this house: when the new baby comes home, we place her on the floor on a cushion and Eric Biggles gets to sniff the infant for a minute before anything else happens. It’s only fair: Eric has after all looked after Fiona throughout the pregnancy, and nearly went out of his doggy mind toward the end, nervously following her from room to room for the final week.
As you can see, Eric is more enthusiastic about the encounter than Audrey, although I think it went quite well overall: there was no slobbery face licking, and no eye scratching. She’s thinking: “hmm, your breath isn’t so great …”
Floaty Bath time
Many Lucindas
