Counting down.

Mei Li talked to Steve on the phone this evening. I don't have to prompt her in phone conversations like I used to. She has plenty to say.

I was busy tending to baby guy's tantrum, but I did hear her ask him, "are you coming home soon?" I couldn't hear Steve's response, but when he finally did come home around 8:45 PM, he told me that it was pretty heart-breaking to hear his almost 3-year old daughter ask him when he was coming home and to know that he couldn't be home before bedtime.

When he heard her crying (the childproof knob was on the door), he jumped at the chance to soothe her and put her back in bed. He reported this conversation:

Mei Li: Mama painted my fingernails all by herself! She spilled nail polish (remover) on her pants and had to change her pants. Did nail polish get on your pants?

Steve: No, nail polish did not get on my pants.

Mei Li: Yeah, I can't spill nail polish on my gingerbread jammas, but when I wake up, we can draw monsters.

Steve: Yeah, we can do that tomorrow.

And then she went to sleep happily.

I'm not complaining about tax season because it really hasn't been that bad. Every once in a while, he has a really long day. Overall, he does work longer days, but he usually gets home before bedtime. It's almost over, and I think we've fared pretty well. We are very busy, but we're very happy too. Eight more days.