This morning, Hope had an appointment with her pediatrician. The Civee took Hope to the office and I met both of them there.
(For those interested, she’s growing well and the pediatrician was impressed with her expanding set of motor skills. We were advised to start investing in gates).
As I was saying, I took some time off from work to accompany the girls to the doctor’s. The Civee and Hope got there first. As I walked in, I saw The Civee holding Hope and filling out paperwork. While The Civee’s nose was buried in the paperwork, Hope looked up, saw me and smiled. She made a noise and reached her arms out to me before The Civee even noticed.
There are still a few hours left in the day, but there’s not much that will beat that.
Also, this weekend, we (along with Grandma) took Hope to the beach (Lake Erie, not the ocean, unfortunately). She really enjoyed trying to crawl on the sand. Because she’s teething, she wears a bib most of the time. That isn’t a cape around her neck.