bunk bed was assembled - sad but true). Oh, it feels so good! Anything is possible with my capable and loving mother by my side.
After we sent her off this morning, lunched on the deck, and settled Gabriel for his quiet time (oh yes, naptime is most decidedly a thing of the past), Frances and I brought snacks, pillows, and a blanket into the yard to read The Four-Story Mistake. The sun shined down on us, Frances wriggled all over and around me until she found the perfect listening position, and I felt very, very content.