Here’s how quiet time goes at our house: I shut Lydia in her room and do not go to her–unless there’s a major problem–until Mary wakes up. Usually, Mary’s nap is one or two hours. During that time, Lydia plays, sings, hoots and hollers (joyfully) and, on very rare occasions, she will call for me to help her with a puzzle. (I never respond. Guilt inevitably abounds.) Sometimes she will also tuck herself neatly in bed and take a nap.
The result is, Lydia can be very independent when she chooses to be. Today, for example, she awoke from her nap with a nosebleed, but since she also needed to pee, she immediately peed in her potty (while bleeding) and then used up all the tissues in her room in an attempt to clean her nose. After she had exhausted the tissue box, she politely knocked on the door and asked for some help. Love/guilt/delight swelled up in my heart when I saw how hard she had worked to take care of her own mess. Sweet, conscienscious thing.
Abe has been out of town and came home early today–at 11am. He was in time to help out with the play date we had this morning, and having him around made the whole day feel like Saturday. To top it off, we ended the day with a walk/jog around the canyon and a temple trip to do initiatories–two activities that we normally do on Saturdays. I feel happy (and thankful to Suzanne, Abe’s stepmom, who made our temple date possible!).
Also, I took at least fifty pictures today. The following may seem like a lot, but consider yourself spared.