Hooray. I spent lunch with the Animalia again. She got happy to see me and very very chatty. She was hilarious but still a little congested. Poor manzana. I fed myself, fed her, suctioned her teeny little nose, and fed her a few more minutes before running back to work. Not bad.
I'm very fortunate that my parents live close to where I work. I live just a few blocks away from work. Travel time is nothing. I'm also very lucky that they're willing to spend most of their daytimes during the week taking care of her. They love it of course. She's as much a joy to them as she is to me. Good thing too. Infant daycare is a little scary to me.
She spends her days eating, napping, playing and being carried around. They spend time outside and take her on short errands. They show her the kitty that comes to the yard to visit (only not lately because she's started to sneeze when it's around). They read to her and play music all day long. They chat with her, in English and in Spanish. No wonder the Animalia is so bright and aware.
Sometimes when I'm having a rough morning, my dad will come pick her up, instead of me going to them, to give me just that few extra minutes at home before I have to rush to work. And lately, especially since I've been sick, they've been dropping her off at the house with her Da before I get there, so that I don't have to make the extra trip after a long day at work.
One day she's going to realize how good she has it there and won't want to come home at all.
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