Dear Diary . . . day by day

Sunday, July 16th - Kaylei and I - birds of a feather
Kaylei walked into my room and declared, "You and I have the exact same tastes I swear! If I could decorate my room any way I wanted to, it would be exactly like this!!!"
It's true; Kaylei and I are birds of a feather. No one else is as appreaciative of my incredibly comfortable bed, with its feather comforter, matching bedclothes, copious matching pillows and selected stuffed animals. No one else (well, ok, I think Jeff and I did this once) will lie on their stomach with me and dissect the composition, symbolism and hidden goats in my preraphaelite prints (old calenders, most of them) covering the walls surrounding my bed (we didn't go into the seduction theme, which is certainly there; maybe when she's older). It was great - I could pull down every cool picture, or little box ("ooh, it's shaped like a pear! Who's in that picture? Look how fluffy her skirt is! I love this scarf! Where's you get that parasol?") or toe shoe - I had to watch her, 'cause of course she wanted to go en pointe (so did I, and I remembered why I quit). We got out the tap shoes, we planned a dress-up day (I have a very good closet for this, although my stuff will probably dwarf her much more than Mary Anne's closet goodies used to when they played dress-up with her). I had to drag her out of my room after an hour or so, as we were supposed to be helping David in the garden. We went out and I showed her how to pinch back the tomatoes (she caught on quickly, helping me find the extra little growths in the V of existing branches, and always asking before pinching off) and I showed her how the fruit ("yes, it's a fruit") grows from the middle of the little yellow flowers. She helped me plant my edamame seedlings.
That was all so fun.
I'm probably gonna update again today (Monday), but I wanted to gush over the girl a bit first.
Exercise log:
Kaylei likes to be picked up and carried around, and I like to indulge that; hey, my shoulders ache like I lifted weights, so it counts.
Writing log:
Ahem.
I'm currently reading:
Stars in My Pocket Like Grains of Sand by Samuel R. Delany

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