Me: Joshua...Anna Bell...tell your daddy what you did to mommy's pens today.
Joshua: We ate them.
It's true. I walked into the play room yesterday morning only to find my two oldest chomping down on ball point pens. ...Thankfully, they were not so much interested in the ink as the surrounding plastic...that they had crushed into tiny little plastic pieces...that lay all over the floor where Caleb was playing. What in the world?!!?
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
Good Friend...?
Anna Bell: Momma, Caleb spilled (meaning that he spit up)
Me: Where, Anna Bell?
Anna Bell: I cleaned it up.
Me: Well thanks, sweet girl.
Anna Bell: I'm a good friend.
...I don't know where she's come up with this whole "good friend" thing. She decided that Uncle Luke was a good friend at the beach... what can I say? my AB is a little random...a lot cute:)
Me: Where, Anna Bell?
Anna Bell: I cleaned it up.
Me: Well thanks, sweet girl.
Anna Bell: I'm a good friend.
...I don't know where she's come up with this whole "good friend" thing. She decided that Uncle Luke was a good friend at the beach... what can I say? my AB is a little random...a lot cute:)
Thursday, July 16, 2009
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