RoRo, Rother and Nunnas
We have a photo gallery at the top of our basement stairs. The Doodle likes to stop and look at the pictures of her family.
Lately, we’ve been stopping on our journey to the basement to ask her to name the people in the pictures (we used to tell her who the people were). And I guess we’ve been going down there a lot as the lowest level houses our only bathroom due to the reno on our main bathroom dragging on and on.
I pointed to a picture and the Doodle correctly identified it as being of her big sister. “RoRo!!!” she shouted out excitedly.
The next picture I pointed to was of her brother. “Rother!” Um, because lately she identifies this sibling by their relationship. Not his name. Or maybe she thinks his name is Rother. We’re not quite sure.
We were about to head down the stairs when she stopped and pointed at a picture that I don’t think she’s ever noticed before.
“Nunnas!” she shrieked with joy.
Yup, that’s right Doodle. That is indeed a picture of you nursing. Otto and I died laughing.