
The perfect spot to eat cookies, and great lighting too.

"darkalish" - kind of dark
and the related, "darkaler" - more dark
While Julian was eating ice cream:
Me to Julian, "can I have some?"
Mom, "you have to raise your hand."
Julian, "higher!"
At mealtimes:
Julian, "don't talk when you have food in your mouth!"
(We think he picked this one up at school).
Before bedtime, as I'm putting on his pajamas (spontaneously):
"Dad?"
"Yeah?"
"Remember me."
(that one scared the heck out of me).

During an unfortunate incident with a door, his poor little finger got squished. He didn't seem all that bothered by it (after the initial outpour of emotion), but his nail did eventually metamorph into something quite unnatural. I was wondering if it might not be a bad idea to take him to the doctor to get it checked out, but it seemed to be healing quite quickly on its own. And like I said, he didn't seem bothered by at all.
We kept our eye on it though, and it wasn't much later that I was witness to one of the most brutal things ever. I had noticed that the nail started sounding a bit "hollow", so I thought maybe instead of just healing, it would just fall off. Until, one day, I looked down to see him chewing on his nail--something he usually doesn't do--then he bit down, pulled really hard, and the nail popped right off! He just spit it out like a watermelon seed. Shivers ran down my spine. Viv didn't even want to look. Julian just gave out a bit of a yelp.
I rinsed his finger off, it did bleed a bit, but underneath there was a shiny new nail. A couple weeks later now, and it looks almost normal, even.