The air here is like warm pudding, and my office was like a meat locker. Who really cares, except that I feel like the air is too thick to breathe. LB had a great day at daycare and was happy showing off at PT, but then she didn't get her dinner until after 6:30 and totally freaked out (like on the plane to Oregon), she couldn't get herself together and wouldn't eat until I finally pulled out the Saltines. She was very upset when PT left, and has been very interested in saying "bye bye," and asking where people are. I guess that is a baby's way of trying to figure out where Mommy is and when she is coming back. Once she ate some crackers and blueberries, she felt better and we were able to move on to bath and multiple rounds of Harry the Dirty Dog.
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