April 12, Mountain Home.
We're staying here two days too.
On the home front: Nicolas now claps his hands, and enthused in his newfound ability he does it all the time, grinning all the way. Mingo it still is, and something has happened with Dylan since he's started to call him that. He doesn't bite or otherwise hit and push him any time he can the way he did for a while; it is as if giving him a name had made his little brother alive finally, a living person, his. He delights in making Nicolas laugh, shares his food (sometimes,) hears him before we do when he wakes up from his nap. One of my biggest fears is that they won't get along later on, so many stories of sibling rivalries, bitterness, distance; now I think they'll be all right, the two of them, they'll be a team, and I'll have to watch out.
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