We spent Sunday night at the lake, Monday night home, and last night at the lake. Dennis seems to be adapting well to the back and forth nature--the lake house is kind of his home away from home anyway. I guess it's time to make the official report. There has been no pacifier use since Saturday. That's 4 nights without, many car rides without, and 4 naps without. So far, so good, though he asks for it repeatedly in the car. No problems going to sleep or anything, and I feel only mild guilt for removing his mouth plug during the height of the swine flu scare. I guess we'll stay quarantined and carry hand sanitizer and/or Clorox wipes for those times we have to go to public places. Scary.
He wanted to look at pictures nearly all afternoon, pictures of himself. We looked at a zoo album from April, and he remembered at a glance "That's where the monkeys are" (not that any monkeys were evident in the photo). He also remembered his visit with Thomas the Train, back in March, and was happy to see the photos. And of course he remembered our trip to Gigi's recently, and Caedmon and Mirella's visit at the end of May. We looked at all those pictures, and I came across this one of him helping his Mommy. It made me reflect on how sweet he really is--he carries in bags for us and he actually pulled out the chair at his tiny table and said "sit here Mommy" as he held it. He says "thank you" and tonight when David passed me a french fry, Dennis looked at me sweetly and said "please please can I have french fry Mommy?", so as you know, I didn't eat it. He's a good diet helper as well!
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