A crown

Tamsen and I have both found in the last few months that we're not seeing things as well as we used to, so we took MLK Day and went to visit the eye doctor to get our prescriptions updated. Going to the eye doctor requires heading back to civilization for us, all the way up to Kentucky. On the way back, we stopped by a Burger King for lunch/dinner, and the lady at the window was thoughtful enough to give us a crown. (It took me a couple of moments after she handed it to me before I realized that it was for Edie, not me.)

Edie took some time to warm up to it, but she's been pretty fond of it this week.

She's taking some pretty big steps when it comes to spontaneous speech, which we're very pleased with. She can and does say things like "give it to me," "I want Daddy's watch," and "where are some cookies?" For now, the effort she's making to say things on her own is enough, but maybe someday it wouldn't kill her to add a please and thank you in there, too.

Marty, as ever, alternates between sleeping and being in a towering rage. It's been interesting to see the contrasts between him and Edie. I remember Edie as being a relatively calm child, though she cried like any other infant did. Marty seems to be less sad and more mad most of the time, as though we are inflicting things on him, personally. (I promise we're not.) If anything, it's the reverse; this picture here comes from a moment tonight when he threw up all over himself and Tamsen, then tried to act all coy about it while Tamsen put new clothes on him.

He's a jerk, and Edie's a jerk, too, but they're our jerks.