One book before a nap (more correctly, these days, enforced alone time) and two books before bed. Plus whatever we happen to decide to read together throughout the span of any given day. Lately, I read out loud a lot, is what I'm saying. Inevitably I'll end up reading Squawk something I don't much enjoy. […]
Squawk sings — constantly, about whatever she last overheard, or whatever stray thought passes through her head, or who knows where she gets her inspiration. I don't. This morning… this morning I overheard her crooning a dirge to Ani about hairballs.
Yesterday Squawk was questioning me about ambulances. She knows they're for treating sick people, and whenever she sees one she'll put on her face of earnest sympathy and proclaim "Someone's feeling sick!" — but yesterday she wanted to know why this imaginary person was feeling sick. (We've been in the "…whyyyyyy?" phase of toddlerhood for […]
To celebrate a successful settlement, have an audio grab of Squawk pronouncing rhinoceros: