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Saturday, instead of being Family Day as we intend, has a tendency to turn in to Nap Day. We tag-team naps and talking to our parents on the phone, I garden for 45 minutes, we vacuum, and usually that's about it.

I don't know if I've mentioned that my mother kept notebooks on each of her children's infancy. Mine is currently misplaced, but when Casper was born she brought sister's and brother's. They're fascinating - though in brother's childhood she was clearly stressed and unhappy, and it bleeds in a great deal. (My parents separated when he was one and a half.)

So, sister (born 9/9) cut her first tooth April 10, and brother (born 9/11) cut his April 8. As my family runs shockingly true to genotype, Casper (born 8/28) should be cutting a tooth any day now.

Sister was the Amazing Magic Baby. She slept like a charm, for 12 hours at a time, was cute and fat and good-natured and enjoyed playing by herself, and was generally No Trouble At All. And then, she developed a Will. March 31, 1976 (age 7 months): "She is so agreeable when happy - and so adamant when she's not. Rather spirited compared to [me]." Sound like our veejane?

Also fascinating, Jan. 30, 1977: "Fuel shortage in the hardest winter of the century. We have the heat turned down (60-62 degrees). [We lived outside of Pittburgh at the time.] Many stores closed etc. Shades of things to come."

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And then, she developed a Will.

I am shocked. Shocked, I tell you.