What I’d like to remember from this slog of a day: watching Annie discover and explore Russian nesting dolls for the first time. Talking to herself: wow, that is so cool!
Just watched Annie lick melted popsicle off Paul’s chin.
Now she’s telling stories. Here’s one:
“Once upon a time, Paul pooped on a tow truck, and he had to go to the doctor. That’s the end.”
Annie: Mom, I love you more than a pony hops.
Annie: Mom, your nickname is ‘Happy Mom.’ Dad, your nickname is…’Tidy Up.’
We went to the Dallas aquarium. My favorite piece of new knowledge is that Annie calls slushies: flushies.
Overheard, from the stroller:
Paul: Annie, is [mumble] in real life?
Paul: Is [mumble] in real life?
Is [mumble] in real life? Yeah. Is [mumble] in real life!? Yeah. Is [mumble] in real life!?! Yeah.
Annie to me: When I grow up I’m going to move away from my family just like you moved away from yours.
But I’ll still visit you, and take pictures of you so I can remember what you looked like when you were alive.
Paul has us battling the squirrels every morning for the loquats on our backyard neighbors’ tree. He calls them “ocots,” and it’s adorable.
Annie: “Yeah, there aren’t dinosaurs anymore. It got too cold for them, so they turned into birds.”