Picnic Lunch

This is how I envision the girls as old women...sitting around, having picnic lunch, gossiping. Only in my fantasy Ellie is as much of a participant as the other two. With speech going as well as it is for her, that may become her reality soon enough.

What the what?

So I've got the flu and have been coughing up half my lungs for the past two days. Ellie is very concerned about my condition and comes to hug me whenever I have a coughing spell. Today, however, she was sitting at the dining room table eating grilled cheese and considering eating soup when I was on the couch languishing. Suddenly, I coughed_really_hard.

"What's wrong, Mommy?"

This is the first time that Ellie has been able to initiate a question, appropriately, about something she didn't actually witness (she only heard it, didn't see it, and she's really more of a visual learner). She doesn't do abstract. But she asked, so plainly, so definitely, that I cried. After I answered her, of course.