"Rock-a-bye-baby cradle of leavesShe's not in tune or on rythmn, but she is singing.
Sing me lullaby of dweams
Tuck clouds under my chin
Blow that moon out - pfoo - please."
After the craziness of Solstice and Christmas, things have settled down around here. Naps are back, bedtimes are (mostly) reasonable, meals consist of more than dessert. And many of Caitlyn's animals are sad.
"Ollie is wrapped in his blanket; he's sad."
"Why is Ollie sad?"
"From all the people at Christmas."
"Oh. Were there too many people here at Christmas time for Ollie?"
"Yes. He's sad."
"I'm sorry you're sad, Ollie. All the people are gone now."
"But he's sad. He misses the people."
I'm roughly translating this as "Ollie (and therefore Caitlyn) thought Christmas was crazy and overwhelming, but it was fun and he (she) misses it now that things are normal and routine again." In other words, I think our Christmas Season has been a success.