Ship unstuck. Daffodils beginning to blossom, scilla in full swing, dwarf irises fading. Didn’t even make it around the block today; tomorrow will be even chillier but next week: warm.
Sitting up so well, rolling over pretty good, reaching and grabbing with great determination, generally as affable as ever – but sudden tears continue as we await tooth number two. New and different every day.
Missed a day on Saturday after hosting family seder … and every day since. Dragging a little this week, seem to have figured out why, but slowly. Hope I’m restarted enough to keep some steam tomorrow. Hoy says I should observe for him: he says “poop.” A tough day for Hoy.