He pushes her off. "Penny, my head is not a playground."
She nods. Good point.
Marilee
Marilee wakes us up at 1:30 a.m. Peter attends to her. From my half-awake state, I hear her say "Ha Da Da." It may well have been a loud exhale and then some babble, but it kept us both going to think she was saying hello to her dad.
Penny
I was trying to round out this post with a cute or witty thing Penny has said lately, and nothing came to mind. Then I realized that she often sounds more like an adult than I expect. Like when she says, "That's cool, Mom. Is that cool?" or when she needs correction for mumbling, "Oh my God." She's talking more and more, asking more and more questions, learning how to express what she's feeling instead of repeating a question over and over ("What time is Nana coming?" has become "I can't wait for Nana to come."). And she's still saying my favorite words, out of the blue, in unexpected moments every day: "I really love you, Mom." It doesn't get any better than that.
