We are just chatting away here down South. Our house is a bevy of language and words and sounds. Clara is (finally!) saying Mommy, Daddy is a longstanding favorite. Something that sounds like Dada is either Greta or doggy. Yesterday after I picked her up from school, I smelled something a bit...odiferous coming from her direction. And when I inquired as to the smell, she grinned and said "poopy" and did her sign for that. I'm sure it was a "you had to be there moment" as you are all probably not appreciating the cuteness that it was, so you'll have to trust me. It was pretty high on the cute scale. (Incidentally, Clara hasn't been doing a lot of sign language lately, but the other day was trying to get something Chris was eating, and I was trying to get her to say please -- 'peas' to her -- and she wasn't doing it. Until I realized she was feverishly doing the sign for it, which I haven't done with her in so long. Kids really are sponges, and retain things you don't even realize. It was neat.) This morning Clara was up early, and we were all in Greta's room getting her dressed. (Because goodness knows the Queen is unable to do any of it by herself.) As Greta was pulling up her underwear Clara was saying "mum mum" and patting her on the rear. (Bum bum for those you not well-versed in toddler-ease.) Again, PDC -- pretty darn cute.
It's that time of year, before the time changes, when the morning light is just different. The stillness of the morning coupled with the crispness of the air is a refreshing and relaxing way to start the day. Ususally we park in the garage, but because of the flooring work taking up the garage we are parked in the driveway, so it was extra crisp and cool at 7:05 as we were leaving the house. As we huddled together against the cool blast -- it was only 52 this morning, but we were in shorts and tees with jackets for later this afternoon -- Greta couldn't help but noticed the glowing moon shining just through the trees over the neighbor's house across the street from us. I have to admit, it was especially brilliant this morning as there was just a hint of dimness to the sky still before the sunn completely opened its shades for the day. Here was Greta's take on things this morning, I just can't stop thinking about how beautiful her thoughts were:
'Oh Mommy, look at the beautiful moon. It is so bright and twinkly this morning! Do you see it? I wish I was the moon. If I was the moon I would be so way up high in the sky and everyone would see me and you could look up at me and say "Oh look at that lovely moon up there. That Greta moon way up high." Such a pretty moon.'
I am saddened that we couldn't build upon that moment, the three of us standing there in the chill, snuggled up, looking at this bright brilliant moon, sharing Greta's story, dreams and wishes.
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