For about 15 minutes, Breanna wandered from room to room, babbling and clutching a copy of Maya Angelou’s I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings to her chest. Every so often she would hold it up towards me, give it a couple of good shakes, and say something like, “ahhh dat dat habba mama!”

I’m so glad she’s showing signs of being literary at such a young age.

Meanwhile, Hayley played some games on Nick Jr on the computer and is now quietly playing with my old Sesame Street playset. It’s kind of fascinating to see her play with a computer – something which I never even touched until I was in grade 3 and never owned until I was a teenager (hell-o, TRS-80 with no storage capabilities!) – and then play with something that was mine when I was a little girl. Ancient history and modern times collide.

It’s a really crappy and neverending rainy day, but all things considered, not so bad after all. All it needs is one more cup of coffee.