It’s been chilly here-for Portland; low of 28, high only in the 30’s today. And, Little S also has a cold. Never fun, but goes with the territory.
Trying to placate her frequent fussiness today, she became Mom’s little kitchen helper
She stirred her pot as I made dinner.
As she was finishing dinner, she melted me. She kept saying a word I wasn’t recognizing. So she finally grabbed my hand and put it on the back of her BIB and I realized she had been telling me bib the whole time. I just can’t believe how advanced her thought processes have become. That and her parroting ability. Not a day goes by without at least 5 or more new words being repeated to us.
Simply amazing. But, I know I’m biased.