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No idea why Audrey’s latest catchphrase is “Baaaabe, coffee please!” or where she heard it from, but it still raises a smile every time.
Audrey’s decided that she doesn’t want to read books with Mummy and Daddy any more, she wants to start reading by herself. Which would be great if a) she could read and b) we didn’t love reading to her.
Tonight before bed she picked out her baby copy of Jabberwocky and sat on the floor, reading it to herself, but not reading, just saying the words she remembers from when I’ve read it to her.
I literally had a tear in my eye the whole time.
I mentioned several times before how there have been several spooky paranormal Mulder-you’re-being-unreasonable events at our apartment in the last few years. I won’t go into them all here, but you may recall one in which a male voice from behind our sofa asked my wife what she was doing while I was in another room, and her response (thinking it was me) of “I’m watching TV what does it look like” prompted me to emerge from the next room asking her if she was talking to me.
Tonight Audrey pointed behind the sofa to a photograph of my wife as a baby, and said “baby.” My wife said “that’s mummy as a baby” and Audrey was satisfied. Then Audrey pointed to the area from where the voice emerged, and said “boy.” We looked for a picture of a boy on the books on the bookcase there, but there were none. We asked her to specify where the boy was, and she just pointed at an area with cookbooks and no visible male children.
Audrey then put her hand to her ear, and said, “I hear boy.” We asked what the boy was saying.
A couple of hours later my wife was giving Audrey a bath. She was singing a song from a Wiggles Halloween DVD that involves going “booooo” in a spooky ghost fashion. Audrey didn’t sing along, but when my wife finished, Audrey said, “Ghost says ‘boo’,” which is something she says quite often, it’s part of her animal noises repertoire.
Then she said, “boy says ‘goodbye…goodbye…goodbye…’”
Last night I dreamt that Julia Roberts was so impressed with my supporting role in a popular Hollywood film that she suggested we start a relationship together. This would have a mutually beneficial effect as our connections would allow me to move into more artsy films while she would be able to try some blockbuster type roles. She said all this while we stood at the end of a pier in a moment ripe for romance, the breeze gently stroking our faces and the waves lapping against the pier supports.
I had to turn her down, of course. In my dream I was still both married and opposed to using relationships for career advancement.
We walked back down the pier to the shore. She understood, though I suspect she was more upset than she let on.
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