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Z got mended, of course. We did end up going to the doctor, who was great and whom I want to take home with me to New Jersey, then on the third day of her fever it all started to go down and by the fourth day, all we were left with was a lot of crabbiness on Z’s part. Which turned out to be nothing more than hunger. The girl finally got hungry! It only took a year, and the first real illness of her life, but who am I to argue. She’s been eating nonstop for the past week, and I swear she’s grown an inch.

We’ve been going all around Detroit since – to Belle Isle, where we hung out at the intersection of Loiter Way and Picnic Way.  No really: that’s where you have a real good view of both the conservatory (the cupola of which you see in the picture above, it’s really a gorgeous tropical greenhouse) and the carillon tower that just happened to be playing a lovely Japanese song.

And we’ve been to the Detroit Institute of Arts, where Z particularly liked Diego Rivera’s mural. At least, that’s how I interpreted her pointing in its direction whenever I tried to leave its general vicinity and screeching in a way that could curdle young kittens’ blood.

Speaking of kittens, that’s the newest word Z can recognize. She doesn’t say anything but she can, when she’s in the mood, point out kittens – along with dogs, ladybugs, lamps, trucks, herself in a mirror, her father… But only in Hungarian.