Rhiannon loves Elmo...it is her favorite word. She points to the TV, our phones, the ipad...anything..."Elmo!" The other night, she was tossing and turning and distressingly cried, "Elmo!" She also loves Barney, so we are knee deep in all the traditionally loved child things that Joaquin avoided. She has also picked up "cheese!" for pictures and flashes a crinkled nose, super enthusiastic grin. She can point to most of her body parts and likes to dance.
Joaquin...my 4 going on 40 little boy...has started to call us mom and dad instead of mommy and daddy. After about a week and a half of the pattern, I asked him why he was calling me mom instead of mommy. His response was, "Well, you're my mom." Can't argue with that, I guess. We are in the midst of finding a kindergarten for him, which is a maddening, Hunger Games like process in Los Angeles. There are tons and no choices all at the same time...public, private, charter, magnet, intra and inter district, and dual language are all on our list and each have a different admissions policy and procedure. Which means visiting each and every one of them and then keeping your fingers crossed after.
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