Abby's started to take a keen interest in counting. I've caught her a couple times now, daintily grabbing my fingers and muttering, "..twwoooo. freee.." I'm not sure what happened to 1; maybe this is a common thing with twins, they never learn the number 1 because it doesn't compute.
During bath time tonight, she actually counted to three all by herself for the first time. How this will segue into a career in astrophysics, I'm not sure exactly; but at the very least it is clear to me now that this is the inevitable outcome.
Also during the bath, Lily learned what we've been trying to keep secret for nigh on these 19 months: if you stand in the bath, then plop down again, this unleashes a veritable tsunami on those of us in attendance. This is another in a string of moments that has made me desperately wish I could make the girls unlearn things.
During playtime this afternoon, we took the girls outside and emptied a box of dry oatmeal flakes into a tub for them to play with. "Attagirl Jen" for coming up with this clever way of using old baby food for a funtime activity. Plus 91 points. But minus 34 for thinking adding water to it would be a good way to ratchet up the happiness. Things got a little messy there. And we learned that the dog will devour baby oatmeal, which tastes something akin to lightly salted cardboard. Olly does not have the most refined of palates.
Another nice night for a bike ride. If for any reason you're extraordinarily bored and curious as to where I headed on tonight's little voyage, here is tonight's route on walkjogrun.
Day two hundred and twenty six.
Oatmeal, who knew!
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