Annabel is going to have to go up to size 4 diapers next time I go to Costco--she's still a few pounds under the weight range, but she's always gone to new sizes early. Something about her build, I guess. The neighbors' toddler, who's 18 months to the day older? Still wears size 4.
We go up to the next size early, too. O's short but stout, so we're already in 5's. (But there may be a difference in the brand size). He's always within the weight limit, but his belly is just so roly-poly it's easier on him to move up a size earlier rather than later.
Oh, and I've decided to declare that she has a word
Anything she "says" that's the same sound, uttered in the same circumstance, is a word -- even if it's in Annabelese. Sara still says "dye-dye" when people leave, but she waves, she says it every time, so it's clearly "bye-bye". She also says "Muh" when you ask who her brother is (meaning Ben) but it's consistent, too. Weird, but consistent.
Sara's still in size 3 diapers, but I'm thinking of switching her up to 4. She's only 24 pounds still, at 15 months. A true peanut. But she's 31 inches, so she is getting taller.
Feeling bad cause I think Lexine got so lost she probably just had to go to the game.
Is there no cell phone number? There should always be cell phone numbers exchanges! No F2F would ever be possible without them.
Anything she "says" that's the same sound, uttered in the same circumstance, is a word -- even if it's in Annabelese. Sara still says "dye-dye" when people leave, but she waves, she says it every time, so it's clearly "bye-bye". She also says "Muh" when you ask who her brother is (meaning Ben) but it's consistent, too. Weird, but consistent.
Every time I say "Da-da" to Owen he replies, "Ma-ma". And when I say, "Ma-ma" to him he just blows raspberries. Consistently. So I'm officially Ppppffftttttbbbbb.
So I'm officially Ppppffftttttbbbbb
Heh heh.
Once, when Jake was two and asking what everything on earth was (What is grass for, Mama? What is the moon for, Mama?) he turned around and looked at me and said, with what seriously sounded like contempt, "What are you for, Mama?"
Queue the sound of one mother's heart breaking...
"What are you for, Mama?"
Answering your incessant questions, little one.
Yes, but she didn't have too much time, anyway.And I was helpful like a thing that's not because that is a "secondary disability" the not finding one's way out of a paper bag"- ness.
So this was not a story saved by cel. Sigh.
Because the wheelchair? and the consequent poverty and lack of transport? Just not FG enough.
Note to self:
Next time you contemplate yourself being in God's image, try not to give Her a sense of humor like yours.
Just not FG enough.
Not that you're not entitled, but I feel some moping coming on. Shouldn't you be writing me Kay Howard / Terry Quinn porn instead?
t /the rare I'm-helping-you-by-being-selfish handwave with a side of porn enabling
Aw, man,
Breaking it up already? Before poverty, chastity, obedience, and Bible-punching Republicans? Well, it's true, there's only half a thread left...there wouldn't be space. And I guess the mood could be kind of perfect. Who knows better about keeping on through the pain than them? Seeing the humor in pain? All those skills that got all three of our ancestors through from the Old Sod till now.(And a few others.)
On my mom's side, we're O'Paces. Because my last name? No help in that department.
