Penelope. Just say the name. It’s magical. Familiar, yet with a hint of obscurity.
I looked up her name on Wikipedia and found this quote amusing: “the Penelope Painter is recognized by his representations of her—to Roman sculpture copying or improvising upon classical Greek models, by her seated pose, by her reflective gesture of leaning her cheek on her hand…” Like the gesture she made on Gotcha Day maybe?
The days are fitting into place, gracefully moving from one to the next with the expected patterns of life. Yet each day something new happens. We notice she’s repeating more of our speech. She’s exhibiting more independence, and she breaks with patterns we thought were firm.
For instance her sleep schedule was sound, her adjustment to it exceptional. Then one night we check the monitor in her room and she’s sitting up. Not crying, not making noise. Playing. We go in and tell her it’s time for bed and she lays down. Once out of the room we see she’s back to playing. At 11:30 PM she’s still up. Where did this come from? Why is she doing this every night now? Jenn and I are doing the EXACT same things as before! She doesn’t want or need to be sung to anymore. She just wants to lay down when placed in bed.
And another thing. Penelope, why are you pulling some mushrooms off your pizza and eating others? When we go for a walk why do you ask to be picked up right away some days and others you don’t ask until we’re almost back to the car?
Speaking of cars we made our final decision the previous Friday. By Monday afternoon we were driving off the lot in our new (used) car. More to come.
In the mean time enjoy some more photos.