AMELIA
Today is the first time I go to Harper's on my own. I followed the cab, leaving Cam sleeping in his room. Earlier, when we returned from school I helped run him a bath, and when he was done, freshened up, wearing only joggers, I found him face flat, fallen asleep on his messy bed. I put some medication in his torn knuckles. He whines and mumbles rubbish but doesn't wake up. He needed to rest so I let him have it.
Ryan's mom says to encourage him to stay on his feet as he's in the earlier stage of walking. So after feeding him, I get him pushing his walker, chasing step by step after the push toys around the nursery. There is something about toddlers that's so pure; you’d enjoy their company, and they’d make you easily happy.
It's in between motivating Ryan that the car toy I am
