Sunday, January 22, 2012


I pulled a fleshy, clammy, bitten-on, hotdog chunk out of my Pack-A-Be pocket---thank you Toddleator.


The Firstborn daughter, speaking to an African-American woman today regarding this woman's dislike of chocolate, says in a sweet matter-of-fact way, "you're chocolate colored, so you don't need any more chocolate anyway!"

The little one runs around "nahkeee!" (naked!) this evening, mimicking a book "I not coot!" ("I'm not cute")

The bigger one's confidence and articulate conversation are a common compliment.

We have a lovely weekend.


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