We failed to improve our sleep schedule on our second attempt. One or the other of us was sleeping some part of the night, but we are still on East Coast time, mostly. Should be all adjusted by the time we go back home.
Jon made cafe au lait, using the equipment in our tiny kitchen. This is not our usual hot beverage of choice, but it was good. Some Israeli yogurt and healthy, chewy granola and we were on our way out for another day of grandparent activities.
Mika is under the weather, with a runny nose and a reduced appetite (that's how people know she isn't feeling like herself), but she still has many moments of engaged cheeriness, in between expressing her discontent at not feeling 100% perfect. Jon went food shopping again, Yael taught a voice lesson downstairs, Benjamin worked in his office, Mika had a short nap. I had a lazy afternoon, waiting for all of us to be ready to do something at the same time. Mika and Benjamin and Jon and I went down to the beach (they live on the top of the ridge, so it's a long downward plunge to the coast, but it takes about ten minutes). The sand is fine, the beach is lightly populated but not warm enough to have people lounging. We plunked down to play in the sand. When you are 18 months old, you don't really have a program in mind, other than knocking down small piles that other people make, or filling a paper cup by hand.
And that was pretty much the excitement around here. Jon made dinner, the parents had stuff to do (Benjamin to jujitsu and Yael to rehearsal) so we stayed home and put Mika to bed. Well, this is what we traveled 6000 miles to do. Bathtime and books and bed. She is an expert at bedtime, even in her current snurfly, chest congestiony state.
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