Lydia’s second Christmas, but the first she has started to recognize as an opportunity for presents: dump truck, blocks, xylophone, doll, books, not an overabundance of “stuff”.
BTW, Lydia’s fine, over the case of pink eye. Also over an intestinal distress that forced us to postpone a dinner with our friend Mary and “I-think-they’re-dating” pal.
No new pictures, and no time to write what I was going to write, holidays and all, so here are some ones you haven’t seen, from August through October 2004:
