Writing on the studio porch. I recall that, when Aubrey was a baby, she would catch me writing in my journal, insist on sitting on my lap, take my pen, and make squiggles on the sheet of paper I was writing on. Ivy always tried to prevent her from doing this, thinking that Aubrey was ruining my work, but I let Aubrey do it. I was fascinated seeing a baby's squiggles superimposed on my writing.

Baby Angelique's favorite pastime, on the other hand, was snatching my reading glasses away and, in her attempts to fold them, always managed to break the handles off.