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.
Sarah and I are talking about how in our old cars without all-wheel-drive we used to slip and slide around a lot more while driving in the snow. Expressing disgust with that state of things, Brinley says, “Ugh!” as she lowers her head, rubs the bridge of her nose, and slowly shakes her head.
Tonight Brin fell asleep counting. “Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirrrrrrr…”