jam out of the fridge herself. If I've already taken the butter out
(which I had this morning) she has to put it back in the fridge so she
can take it out herself. This is what she calls "helping".
Had a great night last night with K and the kids. K came home from work
pretty early and took us to the beach at Alki. We laid around and
played in the sand and the kids chased the water as it advanced and
receded. Elessar got knocked over by a wave and panicked, but K let him
save himself (E was maybe two or three feet from K). K and I talked
about it later. K wanted E to have the experience of knowing he could
get himself out of a bad situation. Also, he didn't want to get his
shoes wet.
I sculpted a...well, a vulva, actually, on the beach. It wasn't
conscious so much as it was tactile. I was just digging around in the
sand and patting it down, and tunneling underneath, and gradually,
there it was in front of me. I liked it. Seemed to fit the sound of the
water and my internal mood.