Clara's current imaginary friend is a tornado. Apparently the tornado sits next to her in the back of the car everywhere that we go. Also no matter how many times I correct her she pronounces it "tormado."
We watched Bambi like a month ago and somehow she got it in her mind that a "meadow" is an adult male deer.
She and Jane also both think that gently stroking someone's hair is called "soft." So last night when I was putting her to bed she stroked my hair and said "I soft you."
For several weeks now, every night as we put them to bed I sing them each "Baby Mine," the lullaby from Dumbo. I have been pretty strict about having them be quiet when it's the other person's turn to hear the song, and the silence (besides my singing) has made the lullaby like a short meditation for me. I stroke their hair and rub their backs as I sing to them, and I think about how I sang that song when each of them was born in the hospital and how big they are getting so fast, especially Clara. It's kind of a nice way to center.
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