Oren’s favorite words right now: “Moose (msse), Goose, (gsse) and Boof (bfff)”. They are sounds rather than words, but are such declarations. They almost always come out in a string together. It is pure baby poetry. He has also started socializing with strangers (heavily) since learning how to wave. Michael is working in the kitchen today, stocking the freezer with meals in preparation for this semester. So far: calzones and ravioli. He has also baked a batch of buttermilk biscuits. The calzones made it to the freezer before I could photograph them and the ravioli are under construction. He needs to get a move on and start whipping up some dinner (this is a joke, sort of).
While all of this cooking was under way, I engaged in some paper crafting and Dingo-Bologna placed every item at his level onto the floor (placed, threw, tomayto, tomahto). He received an abundance of wonderful books for his birthday, but he seems to be favoring Brown Bear, Brown Bear in board edition while I am unable to read On the Night You Were Born all the way through without suffering some form of emotional trauma. So Ogie read, I pasted, papa chopped. A busy day.
Some other moments from this day include:
Morning garden baby, Lima beans and peppers drying in the sun, and an incredible skunk mask crafted by hand for Oren’s birthday (a shout out and thank you, Davidge!).
That is all for today and for now.
Moose. Goose. Boof.