slowly he puts it all together, bite not drink, orange juice not beer...building blocks, all logical, in order, easy to watch and understand, it builds on top on top, each step a logical one, one you would say "right i get that".
hers path isn't she is bright, fabulously bright in an entirely different way, more i can't think of the word, spastic?? not sure, different for sure from building blocks, more complex, not linear, something else, instinctive like his, maybe more watching, listening studying, perfecting, that is her, always perfecting, before she shows us, perfecting in her mind, on her own? but so is his (instinctive), always watching us, listening to us, watching our expressions, intently studying our words. he doesn't give a shit about perfecting, he just lets his actions, thoughts carry him from one step to another, and most of the time i hate to admit, since he drives me mental, its always perfect.
you think of little ones that don't have this, adults, kids constantly talking, to them, around them. mine are very much who they are because of this, constant chatter, facial expressions, emotions (mostly happy).
i can say now she is reading, she is a reader. its not a definitive line like when they walk for instance, its blurry, its hard to know what is memorizing and reading but its reading now (hard to measure when she has what i think is a photographic memory), but anyways.
i did nothing remarkable today, if you're wondering. i made chicken "parm" and lux said "oh i love your chicken parm" and i thought, wow that's interesting i've never made it. it was too spicy, it was store bought sauce, which isn't my MO, but what the hell, it was pricy but on sale so i assumed it would be good. geoffrey said "oh a casserole". i don't think we'll be having chicken parm again anytime soon, tell me its a casserole and it comes off the rotation, geoffrey should know this.
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