It unraveled a bit...literally. What an amateur knitter's move on my part. I told her not to touch my knitting, and then proceeding to leave it on a toddler sized table and walk away. Duh.
Ysabeau has taken lately to fake crying. I don't know where this has come from but I say it is the first sign of the budding actress in her. Let's hope she makes us millions.
Here was our Stations of the Cross assemblage at Easter. She is slowly beginning to make sense of her faith, or at least I thought so. Until she was riding around on her bike exclaiming "Jesus is in my belly!" Me: "Do you mean in your heart?". Ysa: "Yes, he is in my belly".
Other times she is extremely lucid. Me: "Do you want to go to the library today?" Ysa: "Sounds cool."