My ability to blog has been eclipsed by my skyrocketing work level, but I still manage to make it home most nights for dinner and the bedtime routine (park, bath, books, milk and cuddles) only to pick up working again in the evenings. There is a light at the end of this work tunnel that I think will come around the middle of this month…
Anyway, the girls are really into “labeling”. I guess this is the phase where their vocabulary soars as they label each and every item around them and their memory for events is repeating in this “labeling” storytelling. This past weekend Chad’s parents came over for lunch on Sunday and to wish Daddy Chad a Happy Birthday (shout out to Daddy!). We had a great time, but there was a moment when we were sitting in the living room and Grandpa Chris leaned over in his chair and KABOOM! he fell. He was alright and we helped him up. But Nora was very very concerned and scared. She insisted that I give him a hug at least twice. And every day since then Nora has gone up to that chair and said, “Grandpa Chair. Fall down!”
Their little memories are amazing. One time (only once) we saw two ducks in the little creek by the park by our house. The girls were so excited. Every time we go by the creek on the way to the park they say, “Quack quack duck!” And when we don’t see them I ask them, “Where did they go?” In Nora and Tessa’s minds there are only two responses to this question: 1) “Sleepytown nite nap!”, and 2) “Snack”.
Everything thing that leaves has either gone to bed or is eating something. It’s so cute. They say this about everything–ducks, dogs, cars and even airplanes. “Where did the airplane go?” I’ll ask after it passes overhead and flies far off. Nora will say with certainty: “Snack”. And Tessa will agree and say “Sleepytown nite nap”.
Last night at dinner we were sitting around the table talking about milk and water. They love to see what everyone is drinking. Mommy was having milk. Daddy was having water with ICE. Ice is a big deal. They love ice. Toward the end of dinner Tessa wanted to see if Daddy was done with his water. “Almost.” She said when she saw the glass almost empty. “Ice?” she asked? ”No,” I said, “Daddy’s ice is all gone. Where did it go?” I thought this was a good opportunity to talk about melting. Tessa disagreed, “Ice sleepytown,” she correct. I laughed so loud. True, I thought. The ice probably went “sleepytown.”
