Out of the blue, several months after the experience,
"We sure had a fun-filled day when Daddy gave us a tour of the library!"
While perusing a grocery store circular,
"Mommy, this Kroger ad says something impertinent. 'Gimme some sugar!' Hahaha!" I wonder if I left an SAT prep book on his bookshelf by accident sometimes.
Upon harvesting our first cucumber from the garden, he squealed and asked, "Can you take a picture and send it to Farmer C?" Farmer c ran the farm camp he attended back in June, and I did indeed email her the picture. She was tickled pink and wrote back telling Brady he grew himself one respectable cuke! (Please note the realistic kitchen mess in the background. Mamas, you too can grow respectable cucumbers if your countertops are far from respectable, ha!)
Spork loved swim lessons. He learned how to do a solo "blast off" (launching himself from the side of the pool to an adult) and perfected his jump into the pool from the side, going all the way underwater, landing on the pool floor, and pushing himself back up to the surface. He also did the last two lessons sans parent, so the instructor is moving him on up. Golden Guppy 2, here he comes!
While getting his hair cut, Spork's hairdresser was chatting with her co-worker. When she asked him, "Where did Abby go?", Spork (who did not meet Abby) chimed in, "I dunno! I saw her..."
Spork also got to participate in dance camp for the first time this summer. He was beyond pleased about being a big kid going to camp and would whine each morning because the Nugget's camp started an hour prior to his own. At pickup, I would always ask him what he did/liked at camp that day, and he would beam and say proudly, "I danced!" So much cuter if you know him personally and can picture him saying it in his sweet voice. His teacher reported that he was "very enthusiastic".
In other Spork news, we were excited to get an opportunity to visit with his Poppy (birthdad). We hadn't seen him since planning the adoption, so we were a bit nervous! The visit went better than we could have expected; Spork warmed up without skipping a beat, and we had a fun afternoon at the Chicago Kids' Museum. We are hoping that it is just the first visit of many more to come.
Squee! Beavs made a beeline for some lumber!
Spork and Tater both say, "Whee-hoo!" when they are excited about something.
Instead of saying, "the other crayon/dog/sandwich", she says, "other one crayon/dog/sandwich." One adorable example of this is that she refers to all blankets except the one blanket to rule them all as, "other one bonky". On a similar note, Spork often asks, "What dat is?" Maybe they are just speaking Yoda.
Tater's favorite game is called, "Eggie, baby Eggie." It involves her snuggling into a beanbag chair with her trinity, then popping up to yell, "Eggie hatching!"
These days, Tater tells us that Hippo is often feeling sad or angry. When we inquire with concern, she simply states, "Eyes hurting."
This picture perfectly encapsulates the essence of Tater. Love that bold girl!