"picking flowers for Emma"
"Drying socks the RIGHT way"
"making bread (at 6:30am... because) we didn't have none toast"
And, of course, stopping to smell the flowers.
She also....plays playdough, alot, takes long leisurley baths, dances to the 'rock star' (also known as Taylor Hicks) and is an all together cheery being!
There is alot of 'uh-huh' and 'uh-hum'ing going on too, as I respond to her various statements of fact using 'but' as a universal conjunction as she shifts topics on a dime...
"But when I with Grandma and Grampa I saw Mrs. C but she has a mom but her mom doesn't talk but sometimes moms don't talk, but you talk, and I talk, but sometimes my sister screams, but that is too loud for my ears but sometimes I scream quietly but if you hit someone you have to go on the naughty step but that's why I don't hit but I did hit one time and I cried and cried. Do you remember?"
And on, and on, and on it goes. And it melts my heart to hear her talk, the lilt of her voice, the pure optimisim that the world is her oyster even it if doesn't make sense.
Ahh - my comedian. I love her for all she is and I'm LOVING this time, just with her - even if not too much else is getting done.
Heck, I'm learning how to dry socks, "the right way"!