Mommyhood says that I may well be doing this with JW and some of the other toddlers sitting on the floor.Okay, forget ‘sitting’. They’re toddler.... By definition, they do indeed ‘toddle’, a wobbly walking gait that covers an amazing distance when you’re focusing your attention on something other than them.I don’t work much on the two days a week that Mimi’s NOT doing her ‘community nanny’ thing, though. Tuesdays and Thursdays are my domestic days with my son. Oh, I’m seldom isolated. Between me. He smiled, began to stretch and grabbed me closer to him. You hear so much about morning breath, but his and mine combined was actually very sweet and comforting to both of us. We sat up for a second and looked at each other, our arms around each other holding each other close. We both knew that this morning the routine that we had practiced the three morning's prior would not be repeated. With the game, there was too much at stake, but I know that we both knew, regardless of the games results,. I carried the tray in and poured the tea and handed Ethel the cup, from then on she was on familiar ground and knew where the coffee-table was and it appeared she was as normally sighted as anyone else.She came with me when I returned the supper things to the kitchen and even helped me with the drying up. On the way back into the sitting room she tripped on a rug and I grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back on to her feet. It was then she put her hand back to steady herself it landed. Eventually, he supposed he'd get used to the teasing. "I see. And have you reached any interesting conclusions as a result of this conversation?"Moesha spoke up. "I'd rather discuss it with you privately. Can we go to my room?"Steve looked at her with a raised eyebrow. "Certainly."There was a bit of snickering behind them as they left. Steve ignored it as best he could; he was following Moesha (and trying not to be obvious about enjoying the view) so he couldn't tell what she thought.They.