I thought I would share some of the goings on in the house the past couple of days. Piper, despite incredible language skills that started revealing themselves before she was one (Cigarette, anyone? :) has not shown much of an interest or early capability in reading and has shown her math skills instead.
To set this up, let's have some backstory. Piper has spent the night with Sue, Pop and Nancy a few times in the last month. The last time she did this she informed me that they go to bed at 10 o'clock which is later than her normal bed time of 9 o'clock.
A couple of nights ago she was still up past her bedtime and complaining about staying up longer. I informed her it was already 2 hours past her bedtime.
This is what she said to me "YOU MEAN IT'S ELEVEN O'CLOCK?!" yeah, actually, it is.
A little while later I asked Adam about that. His response was something along the lines of "oh yeah, she does a lot of basic math in her head." Well that's good, since she's not going to be reading anytime soon. Maybe she is just doing that in her head.
AND NOW TO RORY
As I type this, she is doing that thing where she gets out of bed and puts the blanket over head and thinks we can't see her. I only got her in bed by agreeing to let her watch the video of her butchering Happy Birthday to her Grammie. Anyway, Rory's story is a bit crass.
I was sitting here on the couch just like I am now when Adam comes in laughing and trying to speak through his laughter. This is the story he tells (some backstory: in case you don't know, Rory is mostly potty trained, she wears a pull up at night.)
Rory was in the bathroom, unsupervised (this is usually the case, she won't really go with us in there and now we know kind of why) with the "bowl" from her potty chair.
She tells Adam; "I'm fishing. This is my fish."
Yeah, you've probably guessed right about now. Her fish was her very own poo she had just done. She likes to poo in the potty chair and then dump it in the toilet and flush it herself)
She decided rather than flush it this time, she would fish it out with her potty chair bowl and pretend her poo was her fish.
This is why we don't need any sons.
Rory also came to me today and said she needed some paper. "I need to draw a tamango." I never saw the tamango, btw.
