The B and her parents have been in Woodbury for a few days, to celebrate H’s birthday, and the nation’s. B has had a busy time.

We’ve done doctoring,

a picnic at the beach,

a new tutu (much coveted),

horseback riding,

and all sorts of other fun things. Yesterday, fatigue resulted in a brief but spectacular meltdown,

and we all wanted very much to avoid the same thing today.

A little over an hour ago, sweet B agreed to a much-needed nap. “I will sleep,” she told me as I snuggled her down, “for eight minutes.” Fortunately, her internal clock is malfunctioning, and she still slumbers. This evening is a party for her mama, and the fascinating conversation and witty ripostes demanded of all who attend events here require quick wits.