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The kitchen is in quite a state because I’ve been mostly out for two days — at appointments and meetings, running errands.  I ask Amabel if she will hold Wallace for a little while so I can clean up.  She takes him on the couch with her, and he chatters for a few minutes but then gets wiggly and loud (he can be loud!).  She takes him over to the piano and plays one handed, with her other arm wrapped around his warm tummy.  He quiets down and reaches his dimpled fingers for the keys.  Oh, I cannot resist this.  I sneak around behind them and manage to snap a few photos before she says, “Mama, you said you were going to clean the kitchen!”

Did I?

Oh yes.  Back to that.

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