When I see her at daycare, I am struck by how tiny she still is. The picture in this post was taken with our Mac yesterday. She's tiny.
Random thought: close to 2 out of every 5 people on the planet are Indian or Chinese.
Last Friday, she got a flu shot. That's the first thing you should know. The second thing is that Rhona visits Autumn every day at lunch. On Monday, just before mom was set to leave, she got a call from the daycare. Autumn had thrown up and needed to be taken home. Mom left work and picked her up. I met them at home. She seemed fine, but we watched her all afternoon (with me trying to get some work done).
Not to get all sentimental and shit, but I am going to spend the rest of my life trying to make life go as smoothly as possible for Autumn. And she'll have countless days where she's sick, and not feeling well enough to go to school. On those days, I'll try to make things comfortable. Yesterday though, we just got a free afternoon, because she seemed fine.
So call it a day to call in well. I look forward to many more of those.
She's at the point now where she loves the camera. What you don't see, is the first picture I took of Autumn and Granddad. In that picture, she'll looking at Granddad. But she recognized the flash, and turned to smile. So I clicked again.
When granddad comes over, he generally fixes thing. Right now, we have this little issue with our heat. He took a look, and we decided things were good.
Next, the reason Granddad has time to fix things is that Nanny usually has Autumn.
True, this was taken last year. But, here's the thing: our camera is on the fritz. The shutter doesn't open fully when we turn the thing on. We're looking into it. We still have the two macs to take pictures. And we could go old school and take film shots. Either way, we have to solve this issue. We'll keep you posted.
Here they are, the girls. I've taken the referring to Autumn as "The Girl" in conversations. As in, "the girl didn't sleep a wink last night, she had us up 12 times." Or, "the girl had a really solid poop this morning". That kind of thing. Then my sister pointed something out to me. My mom had two sisters that lived in Brampton,Ontario with us. One sister had three daughters, the other three daughters and a son. After my sister came a long, that meant 8 girls and one boy. To my cousin Robert's chagrin, they referred to him as 'boy'. Not when talking about him, when talking to him. As in, "Boy, eat your vegetables." When I came along, I doubled the boy tally, but we were still outnumbered 8-2. So, they would occasionally call me 'boy'. Which I hated.
To me, there's a difference between calling Autumn "The Girl" when talking about one of her adventures. However, it's semantic. Thus, out of respect for what I hated when I was growing up, I'll work on using Autumn when talking about her adventures.