So Jordan has been walking around saying, "dondoonda!"
Much like the humma, I had no idea what he was saying. And then the other day, as he was trying to put a toy in my cup of tea, he said, "dondoonda!"
Don't do that!
Another reason I love the Canadians is that they seem to make the warmest boots eh-vurrr.
Which seems like a non sequitur, but it's not really. Or maybe it is. But it relates.
This is my first pair of serious, sturdy, ready-for-snow boots I've ever had. Not to be all Forrest Gump, but they're my magic boots.
I ordered them a couple weeks ago in a here-comes-the-snow panic, and Zappos brought them to my doorstep in like 15 minutes. As we haven't had snow here yet, I've just been wearing them around the house. Because it's like wearing the warmest cocoon sleeping bag heaters you can imagine. It's delicious.
Anyway, I'd recommend them to anyone, but I'd recommend them one size up. The wrap-your-tootsies-in-warm-magic seems to take up a lot of space.
But now I'm ready for snow.
Jordan knows the word boots, and so I was wondering what he was up to when he was walking over to my boots and saying, "car! car!"
I spent a lot of time saying, "Honey, that's a boot. It's not a car."
Until he turned the boot over and a bunch of stuff fell out.
This turns out to be because one of his new favorite activities is to drop things into Mama's boots. Like cars. And goldfish. And berries.
Goldfish? Berries? Dondoonda!