There is a sense of loss in me lately that I can't really explain. I think I miss Iris. Granted she did give me the Iris Virus, which means that I am still an active participant in Iris's life, I have not had an opportunity to babysit her lately. In the past month or so, her father has stepped up to the plate. He shows up on time like he is supposed to and takes instructions from Meg and follows them to the best of his ability. He and Iris tool around together visiting friends and playing outside, learning new things with all of her instrumental learning toys. These are all things that I used to do. Now all I do is go and hangout until he gets there and talk to Meg and play with Iris a little bit. She is terrified of me because I am the big bad blonde babysitter who makes Momma go away so most of her time is spent in confusion as to whether or not I am going to stay or not. She has learned so many new things like how to pick her nose and where her belly is and I haven't been there except to see the results. She smiles at me now when we are in public because she knows who I am which is cool because before there was only the association with making Momma go away. Sometimes she even reaches for me or runs to me (yes, she is running) when in the midst of a lot of people because she knows I am safe and sometimes can't seem to find Mom. I can remember doing that. Still, I realized yesterday that I had nothing to say about an Iris adventure because there wasn't one. That is both good and bad I guess. I am glad that Dad is doing the right thing, but I am sad that it has cut into my Iris time. I miss my Iris-pie.