It's been a bit rainy here this past month, but little RR enjoys wearing her raincoat and boots. Actually she enjoys boots and shoes of all kinds, and finding them, and picking them up, and carrying them singly or in pairs from place to place. Lest this seem disorganized, she does her best to help out in the mornings, rushing to my nightstand and handing me the contents: Daddy wallet! Daddy semsum (cell phone)! Daddy glasses! -and sometimes, if she finds them: Daddy shoes! She has been careful to note all these items as present and accounted for when I come home from work, also.
Her numbers have now moved beyond two. I pointed out two buttons on my shirt and she said "three", prompting me to realize that shirt indeed had a third button under the collar, which I'd forgotten. However, as she looked at a book she counted the boxes on the page "One, Two... Something... Ten, Eleven.. Eight, Seven... "
3 comments:
Love the raincoat!
We have many of the same stories going here. The inventory, the sporadic counting. Buster manages the numbers through ten fairly often, but then every number above that is eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, eighteen, until he runs out of things to "count."
Awesome photo!!! That is one for the work desk:)
Fourth Breakfast
In fact, a 5x7" print of that photo is on my desk at work! :-)
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