The weather was beautiful again today. Sunny, warm, breezy. Perfect weather for butterfly chasing and fort building. We got back in the van today, for the first time since we got here. We headed out to get more milk (two gallons just wasn't enough) and to go to the Panorama Farm Market, or “the apple barn” as we call it.
On the way, Ivey was talking nonstop. She screamed to a pasture of cows, asking them if they would like a juice box. She sang her hybrid version of Twinkle Twinkle and Row, Row, Row Your Boat. At one point, she had her little hand up in the air, fingers spread wide. She was waving it at Olive, telling her “It's okay.” “It's okay, Olive.” Olive wasn't crying, or even upset, but Ivey was determined to let her know that things were alright. She even told her “Don't cry, Olive. Don't cry.” I was reveling in the sweetness of sisterly love when Ivey popped out with... “It's okay, Olive. The dinosaur will get you soon.” Hmmm. Not so sweet, after all. She even proceeded to show Olive what I dinosaur says when it gets you, “RARR!”, followed by more calming requests for Olive not to cry about it when her time comes and the dinosaur actually gets her. Hmm.



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