A Blog for Frances

Bedtime slowly gets easier, perhaps because we have grown more immune to the 90 minutes (I wish I were exaggerating) of whimpers and cries we get each night. Her one consistent request, to which we each give in for a few minutes, is to snuggle (which she pronounces "nuggle") with her, that is, sing to her, rub her back (under the shirt, if you please!), and generally devote all attention to her for a few minutes. When she's feeling sleepy, it's a lovely way to spend part of your evening. When she feels like flailing her appendages and whacking you in the face, it's more appealing to clean up the dog poop in the backyard.

Day care finishes for the season in three days. In other words, three more days until we have to be as entertaining as 9 children, 4 adults, and a basement full of toys. I see parks and outings in our future.