She did this sitting show for Grandma. Very impressive.My baby has the sniffles. She has a chapped chin from her drool. And an icky, crusty nose that wasn't working at all this afternoon. Her voice is hoarse - either from her cold or from telling me about it all. But right now she sleeps sweetly slumped across me. Her reddish fuzzy hair tickly on my chin.
Tomorrow, I think we should go nowhere. Except I have to feed them and we have-not the ingredients for small-group's food assignment, so I guess nowhere but a school-stalling grocery trip. I like days when I stay home, hang laundry until the line is full and think of a dinner plan before lunch and read and read on the couch with them.
Isaac is a terrific big brother. He doesn't just read to her, he reads like a story-teller. I'm very proud. And Peter learned the word "declension" in latin today. And Ruby keeps pretending we're peers and asking me about my husband and kids (so clever, she knows that next I'll ask her to tell me about hers).
Isaac is a terrific big brother. He doesn't just read to her, he reads like a story-teller. I'm very proud. And Peter learned the word "declension" in latin today. And Ruby keeps pretending we're peers and asking me about my husband and kids (so clever, she knows that next I'll ask her to tell me about hers).
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