Nothing much happening around here besides spending time with Grammy. This morning we saved a couple of caterpillars from the sidewalk and got to listen to Ouest say the word caterpillar, which was fun. And this afternoon we let the kids crack open a piñata that Ouest had gotten at school yesterday. It was one of her classmates’ birthday and Ouest got an invite a few days earlier, despite the fact that it was just a classroom celebration. We sent along a small gift as per instructions, but when I picked Ouest up from school she was the one loaded down with birthday graft.
That picture below is of the kids having marshmallows for the first time. Pure joy. After that small package of marshmallows they were done, back to tearing the house apart. Ouest asked if she could have candy once more that night, but Lowe never mentioned it again. Reminds me of Ouest and french fries. We never gave Ouest fries, and she never asked. When she got to be about three she showed some interest so we put a few on her plate. She ate a couple and the rest sat there. Now when we get fries with our meal we give her some as sort of an inside joke—because it makes me and Ali laugh to find those fries sitting there untouched every time.
Of course ice cream is another matter entirely. Once we settled into Mexican life ice cream became sort of a necessity. I mean, how do you deny ice cream when it’s 95 degrees and sunny outside every day? It’s there to sustain life. Today wasn’t that hot, but we were driving past a Dairy Queen anyway, so…
Lowe has learned the word vanilla, and he is quite proud of it.
Meanwhile Ouest surprised me by knowing the Spanish word for watermelon today.
“Ouest, do you know what watermelon is in Spanish?”
“That’s right, great job. I didn’t think you were going to know that one. How did you know that?”
“From the song we sing in school. Andía, andía, andía…”
She’s been singing this Spanish song for the past week and we’ve had no idea what she was saying. Then today we just stumble on the answer. We still don’t know the rest of the song, but watermelon is a start. I tell you life will be a lot easier when she starts to nail down that S sound. Right now she just leaves it right out of words.
“Hola, cómo te llamas?” Strangers ask her her name at least ten times a day.
“Wet,” she has finally started saying. She’s always known what they were asking, but has been too shy to reply. She’s just now starting to give them the answer, Wet.
Oh, the confused looks we get.