A rare quiet moment snapped by PB. Her preference for jumping off tables rather than sitting at them must have been forgotten, for this short moment. Thank you for your sweet comments on my last post. I don't mean to be cryptic but I feel the restaurant and its happenings are not my story to tell, so I keep it separate from this space. But like any small business, it's a hard slog and especially one in an unrelenting industry. My dear PB is again working to the bone and BB and I are back to spending our days without him, until further notice.
On a happier note, BB's vocabulary is expanding daily. Her newest addition is colour – caya! And for some strange reason is usually attached to an inflected vowel, i caya! a caya! mummy, e caya! During challenging times it's important to be grateful for what you have. I'm thankful for the opportunity to spend all day with my sprite – despite how I may feel in the middle of a rough one – which allows me to decipher her strange little sounds and witness her foray into language.
Who else would know that caya bobo translates to a broken crayon?