April is the cruelest month, is that right?

April 1 - Sunday - It's no April Fool, fool. Our first day w/o Grammie Gail. We were ok - but running around like crazy washing people and things (clothes, dishes, floors) - Gail had gotten us accustomed to a certain level of cleanliness that we are loathe to give up.









We'll see how it goes. It seems like if you do things before you think about them - the chores get done. But it's a lot of auto-pilot. We even had to make our own food!

April 2 - Monday - Scared. Ryan came home during a morning break b/w 9-11am. He played with Ivo and got laundry and garbage together. Later the other 3 of us went to the park. It was an ominous weather'd day with imminent thunderstorms all day. Ivo-Dash, Burl and I all napped nicely. Pasta leftovers for lunch and dinner. Ivo helped me "cook" AND made his own egg. Ivo not asleep til 10:30pm ish. But all's well. Ivo had wake-up-booby and nap-booby. We argue a little about what and how forcefully things can be pushed into Burl's head.

April 3 - Tues - Trying not to get cocky. Lack of sleep helps tame my hubris. Ivo keeps saying "oh, poor guy" everytime Burl makes a sound. Very cute - both. Lunch was the same leftover pasta. Ivo had rice. We are out of leftovers. Today Ivo and I argued about up-turning the diaper-changing basket and a little about changing his poopy butt. After which Ivo fell asleep in the rocking chair. While he slept, I vacuumed and ate and Baby-Burl'd. When Ivo woke up, he was in a great mood and I sort of suckered him into the bath (while I came out on top of the basket kerfuffle, I had lost the pre-nap poop debate). It wasn't anywhere near the end of the world - no crying even! He believed he was there to wash some of Baby Burl's clothes... So far just wake-up/ish booby - but lots of demands. Ivo recently says "right here" all the time. So-and-so or such-and-such is "right here!"

Pics from Taipei soon. These are from yesterday and today.