Having had a child has naturally adjusted this somewhat, as it should. Babies are the unknown integer and can't always be confined by societies "rules". However, I still like to be on time.
Kevin is his own man, time wise. He never fails to show, but he runs on his own clock. One of my best friends is like this as well. Years ago, just before I married Kevin, I had a conversation with her husband.
Me: How do you get them to be on time?
He: You get used to being late.
What does this have to do with anything? This morning, Scarlett was unceremoniously plopped in her crate to play while I did dishes and finished laundry. The tree went up last night, and I'd like preserve the few ornaments hanging on it.
Anyway, on one pass through the dining room, I came upon this.
Looks sort of proud of herself, doesn't she?
She might be a little late to the game, but she's playing all the innings. Who on earth could she get that from?
I predict walking at around 16 months. Just after she masters Italian.