No, there was no great milestone today; rather, today was a Rhode Island state holiday (roughly corresponding to the dates of the Hiroshima and Nagasaki bombings), so daycare was closed and I was home with Madeline.
Madeline was ok with this arrangement.
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Inside again, we spent the rest of the afternoon playing. I found her nice wooden dinosaur buried among other toys, and she was very excited to have it back now that she can grasp and manipulate -- what it's meant to encourage. But she was even more excited by the mallet that accompanies her pounding-and-horribly out-of-tune-xylophone toy.
That, mostly, was that. Madeline ate well, napped well (except that she woke up crying from one, apparently a nightmare, and required quite a lot of soothing and hugs to recover), and generally had a good day. Summer'd been around for some of the afternoon, sequestered behind closed door and headphones while preparing for her defense. When she emerged, I made dinner; when we finished dinner, it was straight to bed for sleepy Madeline.
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