I was so worried about this weekend. David had the Sunfish State Championship regatta here in St. Petersburg, which meant that he’d be sailing all morning and most of the afternoon on saturday, and all morning again on sunday. I arranged to have someone come and help me out for both mornings, but I was still worried. Dorothy is 2 1/2 and she’s very good at it. We’ve had a lot of peeing on the floor and not eating meals lately. She is usually very good tempered, but lately we’ve seen her willful side more than we’d care to.
As it turned out we had a great weekend. My hairdresser’s daughter, Logan, was a god-send. Dorothy clicked with her right away. Saturday morning we went to the park, and Sunday we went to the pool. Both outings ended abruptly when it started raining on us, but we got in enough fun to guarantee a good nap from Dorothy–which was really the goal, after all.