

Milk Pilk Gilk Lilk!
And this afternoon, as I nursed Clara in our bedroom, I overheard the following conversation between Zach & Molly:
Zach: What would you like for lunch?
Molly: Keanut Kutter
Z: A peanut butter & jelly sandwich?
M: No, keanut kutter.
Z: I'm not sure I understand, what's "keanut kutter"
M (very matter-of-factly): A type of food!
Z: Can you show me where it is?
M (gets up, I hear her move something): here!
Z (with apparent dramatic effect): Ohh, that looks delicious. (pause) So what do you want for lunch?
This afternoon when we were enjoying a quiet moment in the car with the girls Molly initiated a game of "red light green light", likely inspired by the red and green lights we were encountering (duh!). I said "red light!" she said "stop!". I said "green light!" she said "go!". She mixed it up a couple times, but mostly got it right. And when I threw out "purple light!" she didn't miss a beat. "Banana!" she exclaimed.* I love that she has a sense of humor and enjoys word play as much as we do.
So, I have this trick I'm trying to use to help me get through the rough nights/mornings/afternoons/moments and to remember that it's really not all bad: I just try to conjure up one of the many many many wonderful moments we do have here.


