A lot of good times cracking up at Tor lately. I'm sure they're much funnier as I experience them than as I describe them, but hey, at least interspersing them with the pictures here will help ME remember.
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(Scene: While walking into day care, we saw a neighbor outside.)
Tor: Who's that?
Lars: That's Sonia's neighbor.
Tor: What's his name? Maybe Bob? (Our next-door neighbor is Bob.)
Me: Maybe. It'd be funny if we both had neighbors named Bob.
Tor: Or maybe SpongeBob?
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Our friends Anna and Joe gave us tickets to the California Academy of Sciences. The aquarium and earth exhibits were hits, and there was even a free concert outside.
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| The one-fingered starfish caress |
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| Lars finally learned about Earth's mantle |
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| Snug in his berth |
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| Post-science ice cream |
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(Scene: Dinner)
Me: Tor, would you like to say grace for us tonight?
Tor: Okay. (Holds our hands and closes his eyes) Grace.
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| Nick encouraging Tor to follow in Lars's footsteps |
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| No longer an option with Mama |
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| In the time it took me to text this photo to Lars, he wet the undies |
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(Scene: We forgot to bring diapers to the beach and realized it after Tor was diaperless in his swim trunks.)
Lars: Tor, do you think you can hold it until we get home?
Tor: Hold what?
Lars: Hold your pee and poop inside your body.
Tor: Hmm. Okay. I can.
(In the car)
Lars: Now Tor, remember that you can't pee or poop yet, because you don't have a diaper on.
Tor: Do I still have a penis?
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| All aboard! |
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| Gearing up for years of therapy |
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(Scene: Lars's parents' house.)
Charmaine (from other room): LARS!
Tor: HE'S IN HERE!***
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| Taking a break from the sun |
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| The littlest cupcake warrior |
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| Teacups and teapot not pictured |
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| Ephemeral art with Uncle Caleb |
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(Scene: Another dinner)
Me: So after baby brother is born, we're going to go stay at Ah-Bee and Pakka's house for a while.
Lars: And then we'll move to a new house in England.
Tor: And then we can move to outer space! (pause) But it might be dark there.
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A favorite Saturday-morning activity is toddler time at Ardenwood Farm, about a mile from our place. Oma accompanied us on a recent visit.
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| If only human babies were as independent at four months |
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| "MOM, that chicken bit me." |
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| After feeding the chicken's eggs to Wilbur the pig, Tor freshened up his mud pit. |
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| "Now I can step on them?" |
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| The popsicles themselves were all the same, but the choice of hilt did not come easily |
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| Days later: "Remember Auntie Em brought SO MANY PRESENTS?!" |
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| Despite his begging, we didn't let Tor eat the fish head |
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(Scene: Bedtime, reading a book of maxims illustrated with fish.)
Me: "Appreciate art. It's all around you." (Shows Tor a picture of several fish looking at a fish in a frame)
Tor: Who painted that fish?
Me: Hmm. Maybe another fish?
Tor: Maybe a fish with hands?
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