Any minute now, Jill and Noah are going to walk in the door, back from Chicago. They went to a WNBA game this afternoon.
Josie and I didn’t pine away, though. First we played inside Noah’s long-unused “choo choo house” (aka Thomas pop-up play tent). Then we went to Barnes and Noble and played on their train table. Unlike Noah at almost-2, this failed to amuse Josie for 2 hours, but it was a nice 30 or 40 minutes. A very polite 4 year old, 2 days younger than Noah, invited us to play at his house. Since Mom did not echo the invite, I politely explained that we had to go eat at our house, and then have a bath.
But when we got back, we heard the neighbor children squealing in their backyard, so naturally we investigated. Josie wound up having a blast in the sprinkler with the neighbor 4 year old, while his 2 year old sister watched from a safely dry distance. Josie would have had a fit if I’d made her leave to put on a swimsuit, so I took off her church dress and let her run right into the water.
When Josie started shivering and her lips looked faintly purple, we came back home for dinner. She crashed at a near-record early hour: 7:15pm. It wasn’t a SOLID sleep at first, but she’s been out for the last 45 minutes, so I’m starting to trust it.
