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Tuesday, 10 May
JD and I took our first el ride of the season, a spin up and down the Purple Line. She likes to visit the "owls" (hanging around to scare the pigeons) in the Linden station at the end of the line.
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Sunday, 1 May
It had been a looooong time since we’d seen the sun, so it was worth recording.
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Monday, 2 May
JD, sporting handmade hand-puppets on her feet.
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Tuesday, 3 May
Washing hands. This girls could wash her hands and play in the water all day long if I let her.
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Wednesday, 4 May
Putting the Easter basket to use, collecting dandelions.
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Thursday, 5 May
Cinco de Mayo doctor’s visit. The six-month followup to my final reconstructive surgery. Sitting in the exam room chair one year after this all began. The view was quite different from here.
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Saturday, 7 May
Getting the boat from the dry dock, down the Chicago River and back into Lake Michigan for another season of high seas adventure. Luckily the rain held off until after we’d raised the mast and were nearly into the harbor.
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JD's had a cold so we've been housebound the last two days. Yesterday I taught her how to play Go Fish and now it's all the rage. "Let's play Go Fish because I looooooove Go Fish!" I also taught her how to deal the cards, which I think she enjoys doing almost as much as playing the game.
Next week, poker.
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JD and I took a nice long walk in the falling snow. Completely by chance, I happened to catch her in a gesture that was repeated about fifty times during our 90 minutes of snow tromping. Her mittens aren't long enough, so if they weren't coming off, then there was snow sneaking down inside them. Repeatedly I was called upon to shake out the snow and reapply before both our hand began to freeze.
Next time we go out, I'm considering cinching the mittens to her wrists with rope or a bungee cord.
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Tuesday, 9 November
On Sunday, when I discovered the wood in the Botanic Garden, I knew it was a destination for JD and I to go adventuring. It's the perfect length, not too long and not too short, with paths to follow and bridges to cross.
Best of all, unlike many of the paths through nearby forest preserves, there are no insane bikers whizzing past at breakneck speeds. It's no fun walking through a wood when you're constantly on the lookout fore and aft for bikes, ready to run interference between them and the three-year-old staring intently at a bug on on the ground.
We spent a lovely hour and a half walking through the woods, talking about moss and mushrooms and having a snack in the council ring while squirrels rustled around for nuts in the dry leaves. We'll definitely be back in all seasons for more walks through this wood.