Every time we go to Sigvor's I want to stay forever. I could sit on that deck and look at the bay every day for a very long time.
We had a great time catching up with everyone, and of course Carina was a big hit. She was particularly interested in Bruce, who is the fiancee of Jo. Jo is Sigvor's daughter from her first marriage. Bruce is probably around 60 and very San Fransisco Bay Area. Carina was fascinated with his hats and bushy white beard. I'm not sure she ever got up the courage to talk to him directly, but she would point to him and whisper in my ear "Bruce".
I was particularly amused that the minister that married Jenny and Nick was wearing Berkenstocks.
So, time for a funny Carina story. I think the endearments are getting out of hand. I don't know what it is about having a kid, but you call them lots of stuff in the profusion of your love. Things that you never thought you would say. Things you have no idea where they come from. In Carina's life I've called her "Cha-cha", "Chicabee", "Bubble-bum", and other similarly strange things.
Anyway, all that is to explain that I don't really know why I started calling her "Doll-face". I have been tending to do it when I'm just about ready to pull her out of her car seat. So after a very fun afternoon at Tilden Park in Berkeley that included a train ride, carousel ride, cows, sheep, and goats, I was getting her out of the car and I said "OK, you ready to go Doll-face?"
She handed me her sippy cup to hold for her and responded, "Here you go, Doll-Face."
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