“A portrait of my children once a week, every week, in 2015.”
Lillia: This week we took you and your brother to the NH Highland Games at Loon Mountain. We thought you might enjoy seeing the sheepdog trials, since you are such a canine aficionado. Sadly, you really didn’t seem to enjoy much of anything — it was pretty hot, and there was a lot of walking involved — but you did eventually perk up when we rode the gondola to the top of the mountain and explored the glacial caves. You were scared to go in alone, so Daddy crawled around in there with you. Your mood really improved when you ran into some other kids your own age in the caves and had a bit of a chat. I have to remind myself that pretty much everyone is chopped liver these days, except other kids, and that the moods will come and go.
Zane: This week you and your sister stayed with Nanny at our house while Daddy and I were away. You seemed to do okay and didn’t miss us too much, but when I returned I was treated to a bit of a cold shoulder. I thought you might come running, but you just sort of shrugged hello and went on with your business. Except, about an hour later something rather insignificant happened that upset you, and you just absolutely burst into tears. You were pretty clingy for a couple of days after that. Two days is probably the upper limit to how long we can leave you at this point, and I’m glad to be back.