After a warm morning spent weeding a garden, an exercise which inexplicably always lowers my blood pressure, makes me feel better about life, I loaded up the remaining 14 children to see the movie Happy Feet. It was a laugh out loud, it's OK to be different, and it packed an environmental message movie and we thoroughly enjoyed ourselves.
I'd called a friend of mine, she'd brought her children, and it was a very nice, uncomplicated afternoon...kinda how other people live if I remember my prior life correctly.
There was a scene in the movie where the starring penguin's mother came to him in a dream then melted away, so with a look of huge distress, Nando crawled over an occupied seat to sit in my lap, and cling for the remainder of the movie.
"Baby, I'm still here," kissing the top of his head and reassuring him as he still grapples emotionally with loss. He came home and lost his temper, had a little baby rage, over nothing, but Sabrina returns home today, a huge component of his emotional security.