If it's not one thing, it's another.
Now, Nib isn't gaining weight like she's supposed to.
We have to keep a log of what she gets fed, and make an effort to feed her fatty and high-calorie stuff. We should all have that problem, huh?
Blynken and Nod-girl started ballet lessons this week, since they won't stop traipsing all over the house on-point. They're just classes through the county, not the drive-you-bankrupt kind. Those come later.
Sometime next month the piano gets tuned after 15 years, so I'm sure we'll be regaled with "music" in the coming days. O joy, O rapture unforeseen.
Such is the minutiae of life.
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Poor kids. We're keeping them in our prayers.
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