Sometimes, Fiona looks at the big clock face in the kitchen and announces, "It says 11 and 5." I respond, "Yes. That's 11:25." She likes numbers. We count lots of things, like numbers of bites she has to take of my delicious dinners. "Four more bites," I'll say. She looks at her hands and holds up the correct number of fingers with an inquiring look.
Lots of Fiona's sentences begin, "Nexterday, . . ." This is a great word. It covers all of the territory between past and present, "next" and "yesterday," so it really flummoxes the listener. "Nexterday, when I swing on the swing, I got a booboo." Okay. Pretty sure this was "yesterday" or "the other day." Past. But, "Nexterday, at Isaac's birthday, will he have a Spiderman cake?" This was a question that came up prior to Isaac's birthday, so in this case we're looking into the future.
Fiona surprised me with her knowledge of language twice today: once when we were reading a book, and she said, "Why is there a zoo?" Sure enough, while the text was about a museum, Fancy Nancy had drawn a map of her town including her house, the museum, and the zoo, indicated with big "Z-O-O" letters. No animals, just the word. Awesome. The second time was when I spelled "Disney" to Brian, explaining that Uncle Britt and Aunt Amy were heading there soon. I'd hoped to avoid the 99 questions that would follow when Fiona heard the name of one of her favorite places on earth. Instead, she said, "Are they going to Disney?" HOW DID SHE KNOW THAT'S WHAT I SAID?
Don't know if it's related, but Rowan's been sleeping 6:30/7 pm until 8 am lately. I applaud this development, but it is making our days a little wonky. To nap or not to nap? Or to lose one's mind with fatigue at 5:55 pm?