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Sitting with Margaret on my lap.

Hannah: “Where did my pull-up go, mummy?”

Hilary: “It’s around your ankles, Hannah.”

Hannah: “Oh!”

Plane ride down was uneventful, other than a 1 hr 15 minute delay that was easily passed with Grace watching the Flintstones and Word Girl on my old iphone. She did ask if it was “her ipod” now and I said no. I then heard about how Chloe has her own ipod and her own phone. Excellent.

Other than finding the no-electronic-devices-during-takeoff-and-landing rule onerous (no videos! no leapster!) Grace enjoyed the flight. She could not stop talking, though, about how it’s tomorrow’s flight that she is really excited about – that’s the flight that will earn her her official Big Girl stripes, I think. She even (queen manipulator, this one) asked me if she did well on the flight (what’s the definition of well on the flight?) she could watch Hannah Montana because then she would be a big girl for sure.

In Delaware sitting at the kitchen table while Margaret sleeps next to me. Hilary and Hannah are napping upstairs, and Grace is watching Corduroy in the guest room. Very peaceful.

I feel very sad about Paul Newman’s death. The man was extraordinary actor but what he did with his Newman’s Own products is far more impressive to me. He was a philanthropist of the highest order, and his loss is a deep one.

Growing flippers here in Cambridge today. Downpour.

In other news, Gracie and I are headed down at the crack of dawn to meet Margaret and to visit with Hilary and Hannah. The most exciting part of the trip (other than all 5 Mead girls of 2 generations being together) is that Grace is flying home alone. She is flying unaccompanied minor between Philadelphia and Boston. Wish her luck!