July, 2007

Last night, just before I fell asleep, I realized that I usually distinguish between what I like and what is good. I think much of the last few Western generations do this when it comes to morality, but I wonder whether taking it as a default setting with respect to the quality of things (food, music, etc.) is common at all in cohorts older than my own. I'll bet it isn't. Here's an example of a song that I like a lot, out of all proportion to how good I think it is. I think it's fine. But I really like it.

Below are a few photos from a bath this afternoon. Sophia is sitting up well on her own now, which makes bath time a lot more fun for everyone (and a lot less work for Arica and me). Today she seemed to realize for the first time that water reacts very differently to patting than most things do. (See the black & white photo in this regard.)

The elevator is the place where our day care posts notices of contagious diseases, and Friday's little surprise was croup. Saturday morning Sophia woke up with congestion, then spent most of the day sleeping and crying, all the while sounding like the end product of a half-century pack-a-day habit. Today was worse, though she seemed to turn a corner this evening. You can see in these pictures some puffiness on the left side of her face. I think this is the where she has just started sleeping on her stomach, plus being sick. It looks better this evening.

 
Above: Sophia, after flying down on Friday and being passed around by family all weekend, was too tired to sleep on our flight back to Atlanta today. That is, she was too tired to sleep without going through some crying and fussing first, which we were trying hard to prevent. We spent the entire flight keeping her awake and as entertained as possible. By the end, we were rocking her (which, in an airline seat, is a pretty good abdominal workout).
 
Below: Katie kisses her son, Samuel Hugh.
 
Way Below: Claire watches television. This is Matt and Katie's daughter. (That makes her Arica's neice, and so my neice in law or something.) She'll be two years old soon. She's a hoot. More pictures later.