It's raining cats & wolfhounds.
The rain is pouring down outside, Freja is sleeping on the sofa. The house is quiet.
Our little one has changed so much this summer, her language is blooming, and she plays differently. She loves sorting stuff - give her a box of things/figurines/pencils/whatever, and she'll start organizing them according to color, shape, breed or type. Where does that instinct come from? This interest in order and systems? It's a mystery.
Said the mother, before she suddenly remembered that the dog is still outside, in the rain. Whoops.
Our little one has changed so much this summer, her language is blooming, and she plays differently. She loves sorting stuff - give her a box of things/figurines/pencils/whatever, and she'll start organizing them according to color, shape, breed or type. Where does that instinct come from? This interest in order and systems? It's a mystery.
Said the mother, before she suddenly remembered that the dog is still outside, in the rain. Whoops.