Charlotte's new thing is rhyming.  She's so so good at it, just grasps it really solidly.  At bedtime sometimes she likes to do some chatting before bed.  We did some rhyming tonight. 


Mama:  What rhymes with day?


Charlotte:  [after some other rhymes] Tay.


Mama:  Tay isn't a word, baby.


Charlotte:  Yes it is.


Mama:  Okay, what does it mean?


Charlotte:  "Tay" is like a creature, a tiny bug.  A big monster with green fur, and it lives under the sea.  A "tay."

She totally does this whenever we do rhyming and she thinks of something that isn't actually a word.  The made up words are usually creatures, bugs, monsters.  They are tiny, big, with fur, and under the sea.  It's great.  I love her.

paper faerie wings

my brother's dog, doing the "play bow" to Charlotte

Charlotte doing the "play bow" to the dog

Museum of Science & Technology, Syracuse NY

Museum!

excavating at the Museum

giant Kinex table at the museum

Charlotte & her uncle & aunt

weird close-up