We have officially hit the Houston summer which is a lot like walking behind a public bus. A Houston summer features extreme heat, suffocating humidity, and rays that are downright dangerous, so we are spending the middle parts of our days indoors.
Yesterday Pearl dubbed the first floor of our house "Central Park." How a three-year-old gets an idea such as this is beyond me. She's never been to New York City. I guess once we told her that Central Park was one of the biggest parks in the world, and she loves parks. Still.
Carrie is picking up new vocabulary words. At least we suspect that the utterances are words. We think she said "swing" at the park. We think she said "peas" at dinner. Perhaps I should call them proto words?
Despite the lack of language--or perhaps because of it--Carrie is hilarious. I don't understand how it happens, but she is always cracking us up. She and Pearl seem to be able to communicate well, whether talking or not.
These days Pearl and Carrie seem keenly interested in painting, cars (the vehicles, the movie, the soundtrack, etc.), blocks, and dinosaurs. Each girl is most interested in whatever her sister is working with at the moment. Ah, human nature can be so cruel!