Thanks to her illness, poor Genevieve felt miserable all day, and was only in an okay mood after a mammoth 4.5-hour afternoon nap. Since Shannon was gone for a good chunk of the day, it was mostly up to me and Julia to try to help Gigi. Julia was, as usual, a great trouper, reading books and otherwise entertaining herself while I tried to placate, feed, soothe, or just comfort Genevieve. When Shannon got home, Julia described her sister's crying as "sad and boring," which cracked us both up with its accuracy and pithiness.
But then we broke the monotony by taking our bike and trailer downtown for a snack and an hour at the park. Julia''s ever-evolving physical abilities are a marvel to behold: today she hung without support from the jungle gym: an astounding advance. And she veritably scrambles up the climbing thingies, not even any longer pausing to crow about how she'd just done it "all by MYself."