Life: Pants down!

Briefly after naptime Rebekah was playing with her super-big Duplo blocks in her crib. Then a block makes an escape through the slats on the back side of the crib and disappears down the wall. Up rides the cavalry—Daddy—to save the block from beneath the bed. I reach under, grab it and hand it to her, which she readily and graciously accepts.

Then points back to the spot where HER block had disappeared at the back of the crib. Silly Daddy. I appreciate that block, but that one obviously came from underneath the crib and I lost mine back here, so would you mind getting that one please?

I love how her little mind works. She counts now. One, two…four.

Speaking of counting, yesterday Reed told us he was D years old. And that on his next birthday he’d be E. Yes. He’s applied the numbers to the sequential alphabet. Over lunch he exclaimed—aghast—that both Mama and Daddy are “past the alphabet!”

Ah. New ways to feel old…

Oh, and Rebekah put on her own pants today, which, given her recent pants-less wanderings is more reassuring than you’d think.