We've been having a very wet, very warm week! Yesterday it was about 75°F outside in the afternoon, with about 90% humidity, so although it wasn't actively raining, we were so close to the dew point that we were getting wet just being outside. But! it wasn't actively raining, so we figured it was a good time to try to get the Christmas lights up.
Every year—around October—our Christmas-loving neighbour Jan warns us about needing to get Christmas lights up before it gets too cold and wintery to do so. And every year I giggle about this because...we live in Georgia, not Alberta. That is sound advice in Alberta. Like, literally, if you do not want to get frost bite it's a good idea to get your decorations up before winter sets in.
(My friend's husband ran outside—barefoot, in Alberta, in winter—the other day to break up a dog fight (between their own farm dogs; long story) and ended up with frostbite on both his feet (since he neglected to put on shoes before running out). That's simply not a story I'd expect to hear in Georgia).
But we're in Georgia and it was 75°F yesterday. Here are Miriam and Phoebe feeling very not cold in their t-shirts, even as the sun is setting:
Phoebe is signing "more" in these pictures. She signs more constantly.
She always wants more of something. More this, more that, more here, more there, more up, more down, more books, more snacks, more milk, more mom, more doing this, more stopping doing that.
Basically "more" means she is having a thought and it's up to us to determine what that thought might actually be. So basically "more" means nothing.
Sometimes (often) it's accompanied by little pleas of "this, this," but we never know what "this" refers to, either, so it remains a guessing game.
Sometimes she follows up her "more" with the sign for "please" (which is synonymous with her sign for "wash hands" because she gets those confused for some reason). So then we know that she wants "more" of "this"..."please."
At least she's polite about things!
This has nothing to do with weather or Christmas lights so is still rather off topic, but this evening I was playing golf on the Switch with Alexander and Phoebe, who still prefers crawling to walking, came walking around the corner of the couch into the open area and as she toddled across the room she exclaimed, "WHAAAAAT?!"
It was hilarious—and just the question the rest of us were about to ask! Like, whaaaaat was she doing walking across the room like that? She never elects to walk when she can crawl somewhere (or convince one of her many carriers to carry her).
I'm sure she'll decide walking is cool eventually. But not today.
Anyway, here she is standing (under duress) while Miriam and Rachel work on lights in the background: