Put your left foot in

Day 18 August 8
Dallin Playing Peek-a-boo
Picture of all of our hands.
Day 19 August 9
Fabric for my latest project.
My new friend, I'll just call her C, took me to a Mennonite fabric store. On the way there we saw ladies in long dresses riding bikes and wearing little white bonnets. While we were in the store two girls who looked like they were about ten, wearing long homemade dresses were looking at fabric. They were really nice and one said to the other, "This looks really cool."
Then the other replied, "Yeah look at this cool apron."
"Yeah they have really cool bonnets at this store too."
"I think everything at this store is cool!" I was surprised that they sounded just like mainstream kids.
The sales ladies were really friendly and in the middle of the transaction the phone rang and I got to hear Pennsylvanian Dutch (which is really a dialect of German) for the first time.


Two funny things with Annika and telling left from right. The first one happened a few months ago and I was helping her get her pants on. I said, "Put your left foot in. Now put your right foot in." To which she replied, "And you do the hokey pokey and you turn yourself around." Imagine that in a cute toddler voice, and I didn't even know she knew that song.
Yesterday I was helping her get her shoes on and I said, "This is your right foot," and we put that shoe on, then, "This is your left foot." And she said "No that is my wrong foot. This is my right foot and this is my wrong foot." Matter-of-factly looking at me like "Mom don't you know anything?"