Catch-up . . . all the time

I feel as if I'm constantly playing catch-up. Always thinking about things I want to post, and never quite getting there. There are so many quips and such from BC that I will never remember and that I have forgotten to post. That makes me sad. But this post is a compilation of several of the things she's said in past weeks that made me just shake my head!

We went to the zoo with a friend a few weeks ago. They had a lovely time watching the snow leopards and the penguins and the lions. They slid down the slide through the otter exhibit and watched the otters frolic. But the wolves did not come out to play. The wolves were asleep. BC was so terribly, terribly disappointed. Crushed, even. When we got home, I asked both kids what they had most enjoyed. The little man piped up, "RAAWWWWWRR!!" He clearly enjoyed the lions. But BC said wistfully, "The wolves would've been my favorite."

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A few nights ago we were waiting in a pharmacy drive-thru when the little man noticed a small pond with ducks on it. Daddy pointed out that the ducks were getting their noses wet, a concept which both fascinates and deeply troubles our son. BC announced, "No, buddy. Ducks don't have noses." I corrected her and said that their noses are on their beaks. In a tone of teenage snark, she responded, "Oh. Okay. Do they eat with their noses?"

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She is trying to learn a sonnet for her daddy. She learned "Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?" for Daddy's birthday, which he just loved. This time she's working on Sonnet 116: "Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediment. Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds . . . " As I recited it to her, she stopped me and said, "No, Mommy. That's not true. Love IS love."

I can't begin to tell you how much I stumbled around trying to explain that one!

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Tonight, she and her brother were playing outside when she realized she couldn't find one of her art projects. I admired her attempt to construct an irregular past tense: "Mommy, where is my house? Did it get threwn out?"

Later, we found a toad. The kids love toads. Absolutely nutty about toads. And tatey boges (potato bugs in Buddy Monster speak). But especially toads. I brought one over for them to look at, and Buddy Monster ran and grabbed a church-shaped bird house that we had in the garage and wanted to put it inside. We ultimately did that, but not before BC took careful stock of the situation. "Mommy, this looks like a baby toad. I think if I kiss this toad now, then by the time I grow up it will change into a prince." I like this kid's advanced planning.