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Sylvia and my brother had fun at Special Persons’ Day.

We are on our way to our traditional Mother’s Day tea, then we’ll go see the Avengers again. Sylvia decided to dress as Black Widow.

They came up to my office to show off their work.

We are having a pretty good time at the Science and Engineering Festival.

This year’s egg.

She’s really having to work to find her basket this year!

I took this photo today.

Good to be home.

I guess the wedding pooped her out.

Although I’ve been vague about the details, I think it has been clear that I’ve been having a rough 2 weeks.

Today almost broke me. It is such a small thing compared to the other things going on.

Aaron is out of town. As per tradition, Sylvia was sleeping with me last night on his last night away. I asked if she wanted some stuffed animals. I suggested Mister Bunny, her oldest, most beloved stuffed animal. Even as I said it I had a feeling of unease, I couldn’t picture the last time I’d seen him. I went to go find him and I couldn’t. At which point Sylvia said she knew he was missing. She had been hoping I would just find him, I think. Because I was out of town last weekend I was having trouble trying to retrace her steps to figure out where he might be. She had had a sleepover, but she seemed pretty sure she hadn’t taken him. I kept looking. Sylvia started crying. I told her we’d look more in the morning. She laid in bed asking me what if we never find him? What if he ran away? What if he fell in the trash? So, I got back up and searched some more. Nothing. Back into bed. As we are laying there she offered a couple of good suggestions, so back up to look…nothing.
I told her we would sleep on it and maybe we would wake up with better ideas.

We woke up, but I didn’t have any better ideas. Aaron couldn’t remember her taking him anywhere last weekend. I had nothing! I was sure he was gone forever. I was dreading tonight when I knew she would get upset again. All day I’ve been thinking and looking in the weirdest places.

Finally I said, “Did you take your sleeping bag to Jackie’s?” “Yes, but I didn’t take Mister Bunny.”
“OK,” I said, taking down the sleeping bag and squeezing it. “Which stuffed animals did you take?” “my gorilla, my moose, my owl…”

At which point I felt something. My heart leaped, but I thought it could have been one of the other animals. I unrolled the bag and dumped it out AND IT WAS MISTER BUNNY!

One small thing I had control of, but I’ll take it.

Can you tell *I* cut her bangs?

Huh?

Mardi Gras

FaceTime chillin’ with my small fry.