Piper announced today that she intends to be a scuba diver when she gets older. I asked what she’d look for underwater: Fish? Pirate ships? Coral reefs?
“Whales,” she firmly told me. When I asked, she performed a quite credible whale song. So maybe we’ll have a whale linguist.
Also, I’m now addressing Sydney using an assort ment of Red Lectroid names from Buckaroo Banzai: John Yaya, John Smallberries, and (when she is appropriately diaper-clad), John Bigbooté. (I know what some of you are thinking, and you’re absolutely right: “A girl named John? ")
Sydney hasn’t started answering to these or any other nicknames yet, but I’m assuming it’s only a matter of time.
All four of us took 2.5-hour naps this afternoon, synchronized as well as any Olympic synchronized-napping team could hope for. Of course, now I’m awake at 11 p.m., which I’ll regret in the morning.