No, wrong, B is for Blanca.
Blanca is the best. She arrives like clockwork each weekday morning at 10 am, and leaves sometime around 3 pm -- usually a bit later. She’s in no hurry to rush out the door. She seems to relish every (well almost) every moment with little miss C.
Blanca sings, and coos, and lets baby girl sleep right in her arms (who needs a stinkin’ crib?). She washes and folds tiny clothes, prepares bottles and runny baby food meals, and walks that baby girl all over the neighborhood. She even willingly plays along when Tommy decides he wants to show his brother, via photo, just how nasty the morning diaper actually is.
They have their schedule, Cappi and Blanca, and, well, daddy isn’t usually invited.
I got this email from Tommy one day:
“Cappi is looking so cute today. Wish I could touch her.”
He was kidding, of course, but you get the point. Blanca likes to keep that baby close. And baby girl likes it too.
Oh, Blanca, what would we do without you?