R, l, v, f – lots of letters have to wait in line to slowly become a proper part of her pronunciation. Others get in right away, like “m” and “d”; no waiting there. They walk right up and – bam! – they’re in the door. They get their popcorn and are in their seats before the “s” knew what was going on, before he realized he didn’t have an advance pass and had to wait to see if there was any room left in the theater. Of course there will be, but the wait could take a while.
Other words have queued up, too. They’re waiting, and the paparazzi flutter around. I mean, these words are worth checking out. They’re very of-the-moment, and once they make their way in, they will be changed. If you aren’t careful, you’ll miss them. Penguin is dressed in its alternate guise, PWENG*in. Pwengin’s eating a PREN*sull, which some might call (mistakenly) a pretzel. Another’s dressed in AHN*jin, better known to some as orange. She taps her foot, waits by the door.
This weekend, the door opened, and she was the next to go. In she went, with a rustle and a flash. AHN*jin was gone.
Orange came out. Good-bye, AHN*jin. Your charms were many, and if you decide to make another appearance, we’d be glad to see you again.
Today, Baby Boy is two months old (and a sweet charmer). As with big sister at this age, we’ve read several books: The Secret Garden by Frances Hodgson Burnett (also Baby Girl’s first book, as charming on this read-through as the previous), Here’s a Penny by Carolyn Haywood (a sweet nod to adoption – who knew?), and Soup and Me by Robert Newton Peck (two boys who bring trouble and sometimes surprising sweetness to their small world in rural Vermont). He also got the better part of The Cat Who Wished to Be a Man by Lloyd Alexander (brief but entertaining in the ways the cat misinterprets human interaction, once he becomes a man).
The book count will only increase. It seems like that’s what happened with our number of children, too: we count them, and we know there are only two. However, having a second child seems to have added, oh, an extra two or three children. How can one plus one equal three or four? Come to our house. We’ll show you. If only I had an extra arm to hold both (“two arms!” my daughter protests) or to hold one and still cook dinner (sometimes, the sling or Ergo is highly protested…most likely at an inconvenient time)!
Number of books read to baby and number of children, both increasing. Who knows how many we’ll have by the time he’s four months old? We may just need a new house to fit them all.