Tuesday, January 11, 9:04 AM. Claire.

Yesterday was Trevor’s birthday party. He was really happy. He likes being the center of attention. I gave him a warm hat I knitted. It’s brown and blue and it’s my best one ever. It even has cables, that Mom taught me to do. I’m getting pretty good. I don’t think he even noticed that I’ve been knitting it right in front of him the last few nights during story time.

Daddy got sick at the party. When Trevor blew out the candles, Daddy turned green and had to go away. I guess he doesn’t like smoke. Or maybe he is getting the flu. I hope not. I hate for him to be sick.

I was going to teach Garrett how to trot and gallop today, but he’s driving by himself into Dallas. Maybe I can teach Mommy or Daddy instead.

We haven’t seen any mice or rats lately. Pudding and Molly have been killing them. They leave them on the back porch for a present, which is really nice and really gross at the same time.