Calvin and Isabel helped me to make dinner a few weeks ago. Isabel sliced tomatoes and asparagus. And calvin just broke the stems in half and then--well--bit them. I guess there is a little ways to go yet before they'll be cooking dinner, but there is hope.

Calvin and Isabel are playing together more and more. Last night Isabel spent a long time quizzing Calvin and playing a game of memory with a set of 'Mothers and Babies' puzzle pieces that Anne Huberman gave us when she was his age. They were absolutely, heart-breakingly cute sprawled out on the dining room floor. It is all and more than the happiness I could have hoped for. Dave and I celebrated ten years of marriage a few weeks ago, and as far as either of us can tell it looks like it's gonna last because we both still really like each other. Not such an uncommon thing, but not so common either, so we feel very lucky.

Isabel still likes art, partly her mother's influece. Last week she was painting at the dining room table when Calvin took off his clothes to go to the potty. He then climbed on the table to talk to daddy-o, making a scene that I couldn't resist documenting.