Monthly Archives: March 2013

At minicon

Aglet had a hard time with all the people, so we came up to the room to have dinner. Now he is making coffee and bringing it to me. This was about the seventeenth time. He insists that I say please before he’ll give it to me.


Minor panic attack

Came downstairs this morning to one Mr. Sunshine on the wrong side of the gate. I thought he’d climbed it! He said he’d climbed it! But no, fortunately, Matt left it open last night, so he walked through and closed it.


Our little conversationalist

Aglet had an actual conversation with his Deema L tonight, on the phone. He talked about juggling two balls, baba did that, and his chewable vitamin, ending with I love you Deema. Clear, responding to her questions, enunciated well enough so she could understand it. [sniffle]