"Kira, you're always a genius," James says as I change the batteries in the automatic bubble blower. Then, I dropped my tool. "Unless you drop stuff. Then you're not a genius." So my not a genius self tried to sweep the patio and I broke the broom where the handle meets the brush. Not a genius.


Other news includes Adam. He pivoted on one foot yesterday. Another step toward walking. And he has the most darling bye-bye, which sounds more like muh. He also giggles if I ask him what a dog says.