Randomess:

I was going to write Rosy's five-month letter but I think I'm too tired to say all I want to say. Which is love love love you and all your smiles and big open-mouth kisses you give me. I feel the love, Rosy. I love you back.

We had a nice trip to the playground today wherein Rosy actually fell asleep in the stroller en route. Bliss. Sophie and I played with 17 tiny animals and she used little leaves and twigs and rocks to build them an entire house. I was quite proud of her wild imagination. She even helped clean up. Things were going swimmingly until Rosy had a bizarre flip-out over not wanting to eat and wanting to eat (hello, teething). Sophie climbed to the top of the slide and then refused to go down it, saying she was "too little." Then she wouldn't come down the stairs because there were people at the bottom. Aaack. Bite me, irrational fears. From nice to nonsense in a nanosecond.

We recovered. We did a puzzle, ate Cream of Wheat and went to bed. She kept finding things like pencils and crayons, saying, "I'm putting this in my studio." After my heart, this one.