Baby I is a Hundred Days Old

Baby I turned 100 days on Friday. She looks exactly like PD one second and exactly like 5H the next. Well, not really. Like they looked when they were babies. Well, not really.

One thing is for sure: Baby I seems a lot older than three months. She can make her eyes go to the sounds she hears now. She sees her Mom and licks her lips. She sees her Dad and laughs with joy. He is going to tell her SO many jokes. Grandpa gets a few laughs too, and Grandma is on the top of her list.

This was a wonderful weekend, and a lot of that was due to Uncle Nate-nik.



The Great Plotnik had never spent this much time with Mummy Plotnik's 90-year-old brother from Michigan. He's one of the most delightful people in the world -- sweet like Grampy Plotnik was, intuitive, Midwestern to the core and devoted to his sister. He's also still in great shape. Sunday afternoon Nefnik, Vashnik, Nate-nik and Plotnik took a walk in Runyan Canyon, walked all the way down to the bench and back, and Uncle Nate had no problems at all with the walk down or the walk back out.

His comment about Runyan Canyon: "I've never seen so many dogs."



Mummy Plotnik is well too. She gets tuckered out easier than she used to, but late Saturday night/Sunday morning, when the Great Car Tow-away had been resolved, there was Mummy Plotnik, at 2:30AM, tucking people in on the sofas, bringing extra blankets and making sure everyone was comfortable, all the while smiling and saying: "All my chickens have come home to roost."