This past Friday E and a woman friend ("girl friend" doesn't sound quite adult enough) went to Sedona for a mini-vacation, about 24 hours without e. This was the first night away from e since those first few nights in the hospital 17 months ago. Mother and child, and daddy, did fine. K said it was a tough ninety minutes as he tried to put e to bed without the normal breastfeeding, but finally he succeeded and she slept all night. Hurray! Habits are hard to break, but it can be done.
Yesterday afternoon as I worked on my dad's life story, I found a mistake I'd made. When I'd read the 1940 census entries for his family several months ago, I thought they indicated the family had lived in the same house in 1935 that they did in 1940, so that's how I wrote the story. In looking through Dad's report cards yesterday, I found he was enrolled at a different school...well, one thing led to another, and I read the census column headings more carefully. The family lived in the same place, meaning city, not the same house. Who cares, you might ask. I do.
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