As I type this, I'm lying in bed. Rafe is napping, and Lydia (miracle of miracles) specifically requested her "quiet time" today. Sometimes quiet time consists of coming out eighty-seven times to complain or ask me for snacks, but today, we pulled out our collection of books on tape (yes, actual tapes). The whole collection (probably 50 books or so) was a Freecycle score from years ago. Each book and tape has it's own bag, and a portable tape player came with the whole shebang.
I'd just like to say that this is a rather pleasant way to spend an hour.
The first book she listened to/read was "Where the Wild Things Are." When she was done, I asked her if she liked it. "Dere were lots of Waurs (Roars) in it. Max wore a costume like me! It was kind of scary."
I really like her, and I like how she's getting so old and interested in things and articulate and capable, even if her stubborness, passion, and independence sometimes result in very emotional miscommunications.