Just started with the coffee, and just pulled from sleep at Emma’s insistence. But she doesn’t seem thrilled no matter where I place her nor in front of what toys. So my sitting can’t be a sitting at all.
After a long battle, I finally get her to sleep, right next to her mother. See how long this lasts. Wanted a thousand words before I have to leave for the RRV winery, but no. Not this morrow. Carrying notebook— and there she cries again. And what can I do but be reactionary, a Dad— the writing papa, frustrated and inspired.