"Joey, are you just scared?" Lu peeks into his bedroom. Joe quiets, lulls between wailing snuffles. I proctor the nightly wail from the far end of the hallway.
"Yeah," Joe says, a reflexive 1-2-3-snuff stifled into his blankie-boy. Lu leans in. I pad down the hallway in wool socks, lean past her.
"Joe," I say, "do you want Lucy to sleep on the top bunk with you?"
"Yeah." Draped sideways over the body pillow, he nods still snuffling in time to the 1-2-3-snuff. He pulls blankie-boy over his nose.
"I will," Lu says. She slip-slides footie jammies to her room and returns with a quilt and red-carpet-blankie.
She lays down, no gush or chatter, just a quiet presence. Sleep enfolds them.
5545. Kari makes gingersnaps for our small group. We all make it.
5546. The Tuesday girls make knitting plans, trade patterns, and start the seasonal blitz of knitting. Even Cerissa makes the leap to knitting.
5547. Pizza night with apple crisp.
5548. Ham bone soup. We make another whole week of meals out of the spiral ham.
5549. I fight off three migraines.
5550. Jane decides to take up knitting again. She buys two balls of yarn with her own money and knits 20 row right off the bat.
5551. The kids lose most of the socks from last year. After six weeks of wearing ankle socks in rain boots they decide to buy wool socks with their own money.
5552. Craig takes me on a date running errands.
5553. We plan for Thanksgiving. We work as a team more than we ever have before.