A Fistful of Wren

Gwendolyn is getting better and better at taking care of Simon. I can now leave the two of them alone for short periods of time. They play together on Wren's bed, she sings to him and brings him toys and hugs and tickles him when he starts to fuss. But a few weeks ago, I returned to find Gwendolyn in some distress.

She was curled in a ball, crying, while Simon was gurgling, kicking and grinning. Upon closer inspection, I found a large tuft of Gwendolyn's hair in Simon's fist!