At the grocery store a few weeks ago, Ziah was standing in the back of the cart while Zoralee rode up front. That's how we roll (literally), because our store doesn't have double seat carts. Zora was in charge of feeding Ziah bits of snack to keep them both busy. All at once he grabbed at her, probably because she wasn't moving bits toward his mouth fast enough. This annoyed her, and she hollared out at him. There was a grand pause in time as realization crossed his face. I mean, I witnessed the moment he realized he could purposely do this to elicit a response. And on he went, grabbing and annoying Zoralee.
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Zoralee interrupted me as I was saying bed time prayers last week and said with honest incredulity, "Why are you thanking God for Ziah?!"
One of my all time best mothering moments also came this month. We were out for a walk, and I peeked into the jogger to see this. I didn't want to open the screen and risk them moving.
It's perfect that Zoralee has recently been choosing to play on our computer the song, "Love is Strange," as performed by Everything But The Girl, and she has been asking what it means that love is strange. Ahhh, little pickle.