Griffin is like Bronn!” exclaimed Julia after Griffin showed everyone the donuts he brought over as dessert.
“Bronn? The dog? Why is he like Bronn?!” I asked.
Julia thought a moment and replied, “Because I really like Bronn.
Tata, my dee-doe hurts.
This morning Lulu and I were sitting on the porch enjoying the morning together. Lu sat in a hammock swing, turned away from me, hidden within the fabric. From within the swing I heard growling. Yikes! I exclaimed, Whatever is that growling?! The growling continued as I searched for the source unsuccessfully. I asked Lulu if she knew what kind of beast that horrific snarling was from. She replied, Oh, yeah. I asked anxiously, What is it?! It’s a clown, she answered. A clown? I asked, confused. Yeah, she said, A kitty clown. (Obviously, haha.)
I was preparing a treat for Bowie, our bunny, by placing carrot silvers in a toy. Miles noticed and said, “I don’t like carrots.” Eleanor said, “I do! may I have some?”. “Yes, you may,” I replied, “with lunch.” Eleanor went on to wax poetic about her love for carrots while Miles and I discussed our dislike for raw carrots. As the conversation was over, we were all quiet. After a minute or so, Miles’s eyes lit up and he declared loudly: “?But I’m a BIG fan of bacon fat!”
Overheard: Miles and Eleanor were playing at the light table and had taken out everything to explore with – bug x-rays, colored discs, lucite color wheels, and polished stones. Naturally, when it came time to clean up the kids were reluctant to participate. Trying to avoid the inevitable, Eleanor thoughtfully turned to Miles and asked sweetly, “Do you need to have some private time? I can leave you alone if you want.”
Julia was stretching across a table to reach a wooden shaker that was just out of reach. She balanced on her belly, feet off the ground, grunting as she wiggled her fingers, willing them to lengthen. I watched, then said encouragingly, “It’s too far; you’ll have to walk around.” “Uh-huh” meaning yes, she replied as she planted her feet on the floor. Then she stepped away from the table, walked across the play space, into the sleep room, and then back again to the table where she took up the same position to try to reach the toy again, this time thinking a quick walk around may have helped!