This — THIS — is why I can't settle in and read my book for one uninterrupted half-hour straight
birdies
Peeps: Hey baby hey baby hey
If ever you were curious as to what Peeps sounds like when he tries to woo Sin, here you go:
Conversation snippet: Bird love
“Wow, you must really love that bird.”
“What makes you say that?”
“You scold it the same way you scold us.”
Sin pattering impatiently
My mum says that when we were little, she couldn’t take a bath by herself because we would cry for her outside the door. I imagine that is the case for most moms. That is also currently the case for Sin, because if I dare take my morning shower without her or her permission, I hear her crying and pattering back and forth, and when I open the bathroom door, I see this:
Pitter-patter go her little feet.
Sin and her bread
Sin is picky when it comes to her bread. It has to be whole wheat and freshly soft. The girl has it made.
… I am a sap.
Peeps & Sin eating my thyme
Peeps nibbling on my thyme this morning. I know I should stop him, but he looks so darn cute. Sin, intrigued by his satisfied tone, tries the herb as well, but gets bored and wants to go on me (see her look meaningfully at me and chirp).
Afterward, Peeps’s breath smelled of thyme. Just wait until after he eats cilantro.
