While I'm busy on the phone, calling San Jose water and garbage, Luca stands on a stool and reaches for a bag of bread on the countertop. He takes one slice, throws the bag on the floor, and begins to eat the bread. I'm pretty sure by the time he is 18 months, he'll know how to fix a sandwich for himself, and probably for me, too.
Two nights in a row this week Maya peed on our bed - yes she still comes to our bed around 2 or 3am (sometimes she comes herself, quiet like a butterfly, sometimes she screams until one of us picks her up and brings her over). That's odd because she hasn't had any accident for a long long long time.
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