I rushed home from the gym, and settled into the glider with her on my lap, still in my sweaty gym clothes. She doesn't care and I love spending the time with her - showering can wait a few minutes.
We read Bear Snores On three times in a row. She loves to point out the mouse each time the little figure pops up. (Thanks to my friend Tracy for that book - she told me it was her son Matthew's favorite, and I can see why!)
I love how her mouth curls around the word "mouse" and spits it out, intact. It's a newer word to her, and one she relishes using.
She also relishes pulling one over on her mama.
Yes, that's right, she played possum again tonight!
I put her to bed, and instead of fussing she laid flat on her back, pulled her blanket over her eyes, and chortled! CHORTLED! The second I closed the door? She popped up, flipped on the light, and chortled again. I could hear her outside her door. She thinks she's so smart, that one.
I do too.
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