This week I bought Sarah her first bras. She was excited. I was teary. We had pizza for dinner to celebrate. We also watched a movie, but Sarah didn’t really watch much of it. At one point she was playing in a different room, and then she ran in with a book and said she wanted to read to us. She proceeded to read almost completely unintelligibly, pausing on every page to press one foot and then the other foot against her chin. I figure that this was a pretty enormous deal for her to run in and want to share like this. She was all excited and perhaps overwhelmed, which is why she lost her enunciation and needed to press against her chin to help calm herself. She kept going through the whole book.
Amy can now open fruit pouches by herself and she has learned to snap. With each new thing she tries to learn she always feels that it is the hardest thing she has ever tried to learn in her entire life. Then she figures it out and moves on to the new hardest thing ever.
For many weeks now Amy has been speaking cat language. Now again, this time in cat…Meor myeny myeeks myow Myamy myas myen myeaking myat myanguage.
Amy recently declared, “I know who I’m going to marry when I grow up: Sarah! We can open a bakery together and sell dairy-free cupcakes."
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