Not that jealousy doesn't creep up from time to time. Once when she and Becky were alone she asked, "who do you love more, me or Blake?" Becky responded "I love you both differently, but you will always be my firstborn." Then Becky inquired, "who do you love more, me or Daddy?" Kyla replied, "oh, I love you differently." That works for me!
Unfortunately we lost my Grandma Doris on the 28th, which is always a difficult time, but we weren't sure how to approach the event with Kyla. Becky explained that dying is where your body doesn't work anymore and they put into a nice box that is placed under the grass at a cemetery. Kyla thought about it for a while and then asked, "where do they get the box?" Next she suggested that Grandma Ruby could go there too. Then the conversation ended and she seemed OK with it, but after 15 minutes she came to Becky in a panic asking where Grandma Linda was. They called Linda to assure Kyla she was fine.
Blake has entered a phase of "separation anxiety," meaning that he wants to be held often and gets upset when either of his parents (especially his mother) walk away. Becky and I have learned to distract him whenever she attempts to go to another room.
Once again the holiday season is upon us. This will be our first as a foursome, which means it will be even that much busier than before, but I'm hoping we finish the year strong. Thankfully Becky did most of our shopping early this year.

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