…but at least I can still feed them well.
We had ham and chix chowder for dinner and homemade choc ice cream for desert.
While finishing up in the kitchen I had fun thinking about the different things being said around our front room (one of them was me, and one was Jay. The rest were Natasha. Melody is currently on a nodding kick, where she seems to be resisting our family’s tendency to use words so much).
- “Respect her ‘No,’ Dad.” (Melody wasn’t in a mood to be teased and said so).
- “Give her time, she just woke up.”
- “Play Fives…with the pickle.” (“And the tickle?”)
- (“Ew, yuck, I don’t like that.”) “That’s not something you can say to your mom. you can only say, ‘Thank you, very much!’ And eat it all up.”
- Please don’t break your neck. That would make me very sad.
Natasha has begun to invent in her conversation. She told us all about her telephone conversation with Uncle Benjamin while we ate dinner. Bet you didn’t know he’s got three kids (he hasn’t told her their names yet) and he broke his arm last night.
How did he do that? Well, there was this tree, with spiky things sticking out of it. And Benjamin wanted very much to hug his mom, and was running toward her very fast and banged into the tree… and his arm fell off.
(This injury was why he didn’t have time to list the names of his children.)
But he was very happy to see his mama, and hugged her anyway. With his only-one arm.
Yeah, it might have been messy, but he was getting it taken care of. That’s why he couldn’t talk on the phone long. And his kids were staying with Abby and Hannah while he got fixed up.
We are just going to have to start recording dinners. It was a total hoot.