When I was putting Spencer to bed the other night, I asked him some questions to prompt him to tell me about his day (one of my favorite things in the world). I was asking if he remembered seeing a puppy, when all of a sudden he launched into a description of the last 2-3 weeks. He was smiling from ear to ear. What I would've given to have a recording of this stream of consciousness! Here's what I was able to remember and write down...
Truck
Big truck
Ranch
Geep
Pop
EZ tractor
Carol
Aunt Carol
Taylor
Hyelom
Audrey
Golf
Hit golf ball
Grass
Back and forth
Crickets
Buh-flies (butterflies)
Deers
Two deers
Baby deer
Bunny rabbit
Gate
Water
Geep car
Puke
Oh, puke
Monkey pants
To elaborate, we spent some time at the ranch and in
Concan with
Geep, Pop, Aunt Carol, and cousins Taylor, Audrey and
Hyelom (sorry that Uncle Dan didn't make the list above, but trust me, he's been talking about him!). Spencer played golf a lot, rode on the
EZ tractor, splashed in the
Frio River and saw various wildlife.
And then he ended with more recent news - he puked on his monkey pants Thursday night.
