Our time with L, in somewhat chronological order from the morning of December 22, 2018, to her departure on January 4, 2019:

The GG never met a slipper she didn’t like.

While not redistributing footwear and canned goods, she was always ready to eat.

Jelly, straight out of the jar. Must be at grandma’s house.

She needed energy to oversee the cutting of the tree. Our windbreak trees needed thinning.

“Tree” was L’s first word.

All the unbreakable ornaments went on the bottom half of the tree...due to the cat, of course.

Putting the final touches on the decorations.

The youngest member always distributes the presents.

We modified the rule to “the youngest who can read.” This left Auntie Sister on the hook.

L is fascinated by animals.

Most things merit only one syllable with L. So her blanket is “blah” and water is “wah”, but the cat became “Meow.” He acted the gentleman with her.

At 18 months, she can climb onto chairs and beds and most everything else. More importantly, she safely climbs down again. I did put together a very short stool to help the process; the benefits of having nicely finished scrap wood!

I think she had a good time while here.

Watching Rudolf the Red Nosed Reindeer with Michael. L hasn’t named us yet.

Rearranging the larder. I’m still finding cans in odd corners.

Sharing her fingers with Summa (which is what Artemis named Irene when she was about 18 months old).

We miss her, and her parents too.