After her snuggle and nursing, the first thing K asks in the morning is, "See Goggy? See gar’en?" She loves to sit in her high chair, and look out the window. Apparently, anything cute and little that moves is a goggy, but people and yummy food are gootta. Yesterday at the zoo, the otters and ocilots were goggies, much to the surprise of a 3 year old boy who patiently corrected her, "No, it’s an otter," each time she pointed the otters out to the crowd.
Nothing daunted, she continued to squeal at their antics, and invite the crowd to "See goggy?"
My musings on our homeschool, coop, figuring out what my educational philosophy is anyway, and will I ever make curtains for the rest of the appartment?
