Dear Reese,
MorMor brings us Little Caesars for dinner. A cheese pizza. breadsticks. Ranch dipping sauce. Pure comfort food.
She knew I needed a little comfort this week. She’s a very good mama.
You are not that into the pizza, past some cursory sucking on each cut up piece I give you before you banish it to the floor with the raspberries I offered.
You are into crawling all over the house as we do a little clean up and decluttering. From the living room to the dining room to your room to the bathroom and to the laundry room when we’re not paying close enough attention. You’ve gotten quite fast, darling.
When you’re not crawling, you want to be held, mostly by MorMor when she’s here, which is very sweet. You cried again at daycare when I left this morning, but when MorMor’s here, I might as well be your teacher.
I get it. There is nothing like a MorMor cuddle.
Love,
Mama
The Knight & The Cursed Forest, Part 2
You’re hiding off the forest path, the sound of the rain hiding the sound of your labored breath. But even over the downpour, you can hear the troll’s footsteps on the path. Bum. Bum. It’s no longer safe here. You can’t see the duck, but you decide to move away from the path and search for an alternate route.
The forest is thick and roots tangle beneath your feet, but luckily, you find some kind of animal trail that leads in the right direction. Hopefully, you can intersect with the main path further up and far away from the troll.
You’re debating the risk of making a call out for the duck so he can find you when you see the clumsy flap of his wings through the trees. He lands next to you and shakes out his feathers. “The troll was nasty!”
“We’ll avoid him,” you say in agreement. With the duck safely by your side, you turn your eyes forward and keep moving.
To be continued.