On Saturday, I picked Théa up around noon and we came home to hang out solo for 24 hours. I so rarely get that kind of time with her, and every time I do, I am reminded of how special she is. Of course, we all think our kids are special, but really, that's the whole point of this blog. To remember and revel in it.
What I think about Théa is this. When you take her away from the competition factors like her brother or my time, she blooms. She is so funny, dancing around the house like a little pixie, playing with her babies, helping me make bread, talking nonstop, and oh, perhaps my favorite memory of all is her reading to herself book after book - so cool in her own language with tinges of English