Yes, I actually am sort of an Engineering Professor (Babel wasn't such a bad build, right?).

This is either pre- or post-Tower of Babel construction. I’ll let you determine which.

A generous reading of Genesis 11.

We studied the fundamentals of structural engineering today using LEGO parts. Concrete blocks just seemed overkill for a Tuesday. It was a very successful venture; the final building is a Babelic monument to colour and form, and appears to gleefully violate every building code in existence. May it stand tall for a great length of time, or at least until my assistant’s mum can examine it in detail. Or until bedtime.

Our teamwork was amazing, and we practiced counting in Spanish and French as we designed our “caterpillar tower.” Her phrasing. I predict that she will embark on a career as engineer of some sort.

Note: I also have been known to announce myself a Health Care Professional as a result of occasionally possessing a CPR certification card, and also an Engineer, as a result of building or organizing something that seems purposeful and doesn’t fall down immediately. So I fully expect to pat myself heartily in congratulations when she someday becomes an engineer. Of some type. Word Engineer. Engineer of Snowboarding Physics. Associate Engineer of Cheesecake Testing. Engineer of Human Development. Etc. It’s a good way to make sure your predictive modeling is rarely wrong.

2-year old girl hiking and exploring in leaves outside.

Miscellaneous myths.

She’s been so cute today. I know I know, parents saying these things, etc. Grating, sure.

Still into Frankenstinker, the mythical creature she joyfully invented and references with a mix of reference and effervescent smirk.

She told me out of the clear blue this evening:

Thank you for lunch today, Dodi.

Dodi being the moniker she uses in reference to me, her dad.
Do I love it?
The answer is yes.

And prayed this evening, unprompted:

Dear God,

Thank you for Mama to feel better,
and little baby in Mommy's tummy to feel better,
and Magga,
and Frankenstinker,
and the rabbit in the hallway,
and for the food.

Amen.

Cheers for gratitude and for working together.
Becca is full into the tired, gagging, minimal appetite phase. Poor girl.