Ms. B., while the Peanut was having a meltdown: “I think she might be having a mid-life crisis.”
At dinner one night Ms. B. asked, “What are pork chops made of?” D. and I just stared at her and said, “…uh… Pork?” Ms. B. started laughing and just said, “Whoops!” She keeps laughing about it over a week later. Summer brain is setting in.
This conversation with the Peanut:
The Peanut: “Sick (6), seben (7), ayegh (8)… … …
Me: “… Nine, Ten …”
The Peanut: “Welcome.”
Actually, the Peanut has had all sorts of things to say lately, and it’s been fun to try and decipher her sentences:
- “Sissy do water.” (She wanted to go swimming with Ms. B.)
- “Mommy move shoes.” (This one took me awhile to figure out and the Peanut got increasingly frustrated until she finally pulled on my leg and sputtered out “Mommy!Walk!” Apparently I was taking too long talking to her teacher at the end of the day).
- “More shoes please.” (She was already wearing one pair of shoes and holding another in her hands. This seems pretty self-explanatory if you ask me.)
Peanut has been talking us into a lot of bike rides lately. D is usually in the lead with the Peanut in the carrier behind him while Ms. B. and I trade spots for second and third place. I love watching the Peanut mimic D’s turn signals with her arms. I love hearing her squeals of excitement floating back to me. When we pull into the driveway at the end of the ride she says, “All done, bye-bye bike.”
Life has been out of balance for me lately. Too much time at the office and not enough of anything else. I’m struggling to find my center again.