Six months ago today, Chris and I held Josie for the first time. Jillions of hugs and kisses later, we took the kids to lunch at a local Chinese restaurant to celebrate. Josie liked everything (as usual). And since it was American Chinese food, there were only a couple of things Mommy ran into that she didn't like ( : We decided those must be the more authentic selections. Josie didn't know why Mommy didn't care for them.
Now she's taking her nap. She knows the routine. After a diaper change, she'll get to watch a short video with her siblings, usually of children singing songs or of talking vegetables. Then she'll have some play time before Daddy comes home and we have dinner (not that we'll be able to eat much after that lunch!). Next there will probably be some reading and wrestling with Daddy before it is time to stretch her elbow, range her shoulder and strengthen her external rotators. Then there's the usual bedtime rituals of PJs, teeth brushing, and face washing. We'll all pray together on the couch, someone will choose how to go to bed (planes and skipping are favorites), and Daddy and Mommy will do their special pattern of hugs and kisses. "Good night, Josie. We love you like crazy cakes. See you in the morning, Sweet Potato."