Today Brinley made snow angels in the popcorn she dumped on the living room floor. Micah helped as best he could.
I’m getting Brin ready for bed, and at one point I say, “Come here, my pretty girl.” Curious, I then ask, “Brin, what does ‘pretty’ mean?”
Without skipping a beat, Brin replies, “It means good, and helpful.”
Brinley inventing a new joke format: “Mama, have you ever seen a Micah eat a camel with one hundred heads?”
pause for laughter
Brin has one bite of dinner tonight. After much encouragement to take some more bites, Brin lets me know, “My tummy says ‘Stop eating, Brinley! Your tummy is full.’”
Brinley, on the taste of Play-Doh: “That is cistusting.”
Brin tries unsuccessfully to kick a ballon in the direction she wants it to go. “Why do balloons not understand?”
Tonight I’m playing peekaboo with Micah with a cow toy as he’s eating in his high chair. He smiles placidly as he chews, then re-chews, then re-chews his food.
Today Brinley asks Alexa, “Echo, what does summer feel like?”
Brinley listening to “‘Twas the Night Before Christmas” on cassette tape: “I’m Wilford Brinley.”
“Let’s pretend we’re making a mess“ Brinley suggests as she dumps box after box of toys onto the floor.