Yalta: 2011

The first meeting of the sisters went reasonably well.  Phoebe even went as far to kiss Ellie to much applause.  She saved up her meltdown for the next day when only Cristin and I were around to appreciate it.  We were informed today by the girls’ pediatrician that bringing in a new baby is analogous to me bringing home a new wife and telling Cristin she needed to be quiet around her.   This works well of course assuming we are not fundamentalist mormons or living in San Francisco circa 1967.  She recommended we get a large clock and designate “Phoebe time”.  I suppose this is more of a “time in” than a “time out” and I like the concept except that she can’t tell time.   At this point I am imagining implementing it using a flavor flav approach.