Before breakfast: (whispered) "I am hiding, Rebecca. I'm hiding from the oatmeal. Hide with me so you don't have to eat oatmeal."
Midmorning, in response to my question: "I don't think I would like a haircut, no. But I do think I would like a haircut if I had....um, five gumballs?"
(after said haircut)Before lunch, in conversation: "I really like Grandma Joey's eggs. I don't like your eggs, Mom. If you brought me eggs, I would tell you to put them back."
After lunch, noodles everywhere, and in response to my You crazy kids... "Mom, don't say that. God says don't say that."
And my favorite: "Mom! You better come now! Becca pooped on your rug!"
Naps, then, shall we?
Truly, these are good times.
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I finally finished the quilt I have been meaning to send to a dear friend.
1 comment:
Could Jackson be any cutier? OMGoodness I could just eat him with a spoon! Aren't you blessed to be able to stay home with those two crazy - strike that - silly kids. These are the most precious times. Oh, and I love your quilt and the fabric...wonder where you got that. = )
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