On the bed, tonight, about to jump to the floor: "I'm the chicken chasing queen of lamar pony!" much giggling. She likes to look at her reflection in the window across from our bed, and jump down to the mattress we have on the floor for when Ruby kicks Elizabeth in the middle of the night. She especially likes to watch her hair fly up.
On a non-child note, I've become obsessed with twitter. If you follow the right people, you can find amazing information on the ground about various protests as they happen: Egypt, Bahrain, Yemen, Iraq, Libya, Wisconsin.
And many congratulations to Elizabeth for her two (!) fellowships for next year. That book is a-comin'!
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Benches Can't Talk!
Out to dinner, on her mother's lap. I was the waiter, she was the customer, her mom was the bench (we were siting in a booth).
To her mother: "No, no! you can't talk, you're a bench!"
Also, the price of the fare on offer: "five cents a bucks."
To her mother: "No, no! you can't talk, you're a bench!"
Also, the price of the fare on offer: "five cents a bucks."
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