cooing

Waking up to the sounds of Princess Peach giggling or Zelda softly cooing “wake up,” is, yes, odd, but I appreciate the burst of frivolity before I start worrying about my to-do list.

She sent me a photo of the two baby girls with chubby cheeks and rosy smiles, and when we spoke on the phone, I could hear them cooing and fussing for their mother’s attention as she explained to me that she’s a U.S. citizen, but her husband, Loai Omar Abusharia, is Palestinian.

Hearing is the intimate sense that made it possible for you to comprehend a parent’s first words to you, your teenage crush whispering, “I love you”; your newborn’s nightingale cooing, not to mention the enjoyment of a performance of “Der Ring des Nibelungen” or marveling over Elis Regina dulcet singing of “The Girl from Ipanema.”

It started with a moment in the cars on the way to the challenge as Savannah said, "I want to walk in there and see someone cooing already," followed by her looking all around the kitchen and noticing the six — not five — cutting boards.

When Rasseem’s birds made a noise, Samir shouted, “Rasseem. Hey, Rasseem. Is that you? Are you cooing so that someone will snuggle you?”