At the table, she held up her hand in askance for pause, squenched her eyes and said, "Ooh, my eyes g'tangled."
After my lengthy description of what we had to do one morning by way of errands, on our way down a large hill to the first chore of the day, "Rook, mommy, de errands, dehr running."
Gary's taught her, "Give me pound, dawg," commence with fist bump.
Little calls of "Here I Are!" throughout the day.
She named her toes, "Papa toe, Mama Toe, Granpa Toe, Gramma Toe, and Baby Toe."
Lately complimentary, "I rike-ah yoo-ah head. I rike-ah yoo-ah heearh."
She tries to kiss away Gary's head ache. (Why in the world would anyone not want to have kids, with little moments like that?? Little person decides that if only she gets enough kisses on your head then you'll feel better. )
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