Me: "I'm thirty pounds?! Great! Good measuring, Lily!"
Noelle signs "milk" for all sign-language communications.
"Noelle, are you all done?" Big grins and frantic "milk" (open/close fist) as she launches herself out of her high chair.
"Noelle, do you want more?" Big grins and enthusiastic "milk" to go with the screeches and pounding of the high chair tray.
"Noelle, do you want milk?" Big grins and enthusiastic "milk" as she head-butts any part of her mother's body she can reach.
Lily, when on her 'tend phone, talking to "Grammy, who? Hi Mary. I'm helping Mama. Dawell is wet and crying. Uh huh, hmmm... I won't be around then. Okay. Love you - bye Mary!"
Noelle has her two front teeth about to erupt, and pulled the piano bench over on her face this morning - big ole bloody lip! In similar news, Lily has three of four molars partially erupted. Now I know why the last week has been lived on the edge of sanity for all of us.
We love library story time! Also big fans of french fries, book stores, Target, beans and rice, cheese, play doh, scivvors (can you guess?), farfs (scarves), shoveling, and dancing!
Our favorite "moobie" characters are: mob the damato (any guesses?), elmo, and pooh.
Things that can be heard sung at the top of small lungs:
* "The B-I-B-L-E, yes dats da book for me, the B-B-L-E, I stand aloh on da Word of God, the B-I-B-L-E" (no typos :) )
* the middle verse of "Come Thou Fount":
Jesus sought me when a stranger,
Wandering from the fold of God;
He, to rescue me from danger,
Interposed His precious blood;
(no telling what she thinks this means...)
Praise God for all this comic relief and the joy of my precious little girls!
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