I'm up early this morning with Josu and Selma.  It's not very early, really;  it just seems early because Malachai is still sleeping, and he is always the first one up.

Could it be that he (like I) tossed and turned all night with nightmares about our dentist appointments today?  I've never liked going to the the dentist, but going to the dentist in Mexico seems especially daunting.



We have a cart.
It has a nice big basket, and kind of wobbly wheels;
We use it when we walk to the market and have a lot of bananas and mangos to haul home.

Selma, who likes to pull the cart, sometimes asks to bring it when we run errands together.
I usually say yes, even when we have nothing bulky to haul home,
because she's just so cute.