All this to tell you that Maya is still hanging out here with us in our house that, according to Papa, smells vaguely like puke. I've been trying not to neglect her too much, but I will admit she's been eating dry cereal for breakfast, staying in her jammies most of the day (if I'm lucky it's the whole set, but often we don't get the pants back on after a diaper change) and watching way too much Playhouse Disney. Overall she's been pretty good about amusing herself. She does have her limits and then I'm trying to fit both of them in my lap. She's been very concerned about Abby, asking her multiple times per day, "okay Abby? Abby, okay?"
What's been keeping her the most busy? Robin's girls. In magnet form. Robin, my Oprah, gave me the girls school pictures in magnet form this year and they have turned into Maya's favourite toy. She spends endless amounts of time taking them off the fridge and putting them back on calling out their names while she does it. Which is impressive because Abby at three still couldn't keep them straight, instead calling them "the big one", "the little one" and so on. The funniest is when she lines them up on the window ledge and talks to them.