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.
(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?
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.
|The one-fingered starfish caress|
|Lars finally learned about Earth's mantle|
|Snug in his berth|
|Post-science ice cream|
Me: Tor, would you like to say grace for us tonight?
Tor: Okay. (Holds our hands and closes his eyes) Grace.
|Nick encouraging Tor to follow in Lars's footsteps|
|No longer an option with Mama|
|In the time it took me to text this photo to Lars,|
he wet the undies
(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?
|Gearing up for years of therapy|
(Scene: Lars's parents' house.)
Charmaine (from other room): LARS!Tor: HE'S IN HERE!
|The littlest cupcake warrior|
|Teacups and teapot not pictured|
|Ephemeral art with Uncle Caleb|
(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.
A favorite Saturday-morning activity is toddler time at Ardenwood Farm, about a mile from our place. Oma accompanied us on a recent visit.
|If only human babies were as independent at four months|
|"MOM, that chicken bit me."|
|After feeding the chicken's eggs to Wilbur the pig,|
Tor freshened up his mud pit.
|"Now I can step on them?"|
|The popsicles themselves were all the same, but the choice of hilt did not come easily|
|Days later: "Remember Auntie Em brought SO MANY PRESENTS?!"|
|Despite his begging, we didn't let Tor eat the fish head|
(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?