Qisms from this week
As I left for my dentist appointment: “Are you going to be naked at the dentist Mommy?”
When N was crying, he imitated her, saying, “Babies say, AAAAAH! I’m Hungry!”
J agrees, “That’s right, babies don’t have words, so they cry to let us know they’re hungry.”
Q, nodding, “Instead of whining.”
N, after several weeks with no repeating of her laughing, chuckled Saturday night in a very subtle way, “heh heh heh.” She followed that up this morning by giggling at J when he sang along with ‘Philadelphia Chickens’ making exaggerated expressions with his face.