Today was just another day. One of those days where Nate and I don't see each other till the very end of the day, and then we're full of stories about this and that and the other that Eden did. Full of the this and the that and the other that is so precious, yet so fleeting. Parental brains have little capacity for memory. Sort of like...sand.
Daddy and Papa went to a preseason Charger game tonight, so I picked Eden up from Grandma's. Since she hadn't had a nap, I snagged the chance to take her to the mall. (See, usually she and Nate do so many "out" things while I'm at work that by the time I get home, she usually doesn't want to go anywhere.)
Before we got in the car she wanted to run and run around their front planter. Just because. Her long, strong and slender legs pumped up and down in her pink and white polka dot leggings. I couldn't believe she had enough energy -- her eyes were rimmed red, she was so tired. But she must have gone around 15 or 20 times. Just because. (Wish I felt like that. Maybe I should!)
One of the things we got at Target were light bulbs. She didn't remember the light being broken, so I was told her a lightbulb was sort of like a battery -- it doesn't look broken, but it will run out of energy and stop working, and needs to be replaced. "OH! Batteries and lighbulbs," she says. A pause, then, "they rhyme."
Earlier in the day she walked up to Nate and said, "Do cat's poop?"
"Yes, they do."
"I think one of them pooped in here."
"That's not poop. That's barf."
"What's barf?"
"Sometimes Oscar makes his food come back out from his tummy, and that's barf."
Thanks, Dad, for teaching her the word "barf."
Nate asked her if anyone at school ever gets in trouble. "Mmm Hmm," she said. "But mostly just the boys." Yep, True dat.
There was more. But I forgot.
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