Story Time

She has decided she actually likes story time again. Right
after the girls were born, everyone preached
to us how IMPORTANT it is to read to
these tiny little humans. With a full term kiddo you
bond with touch, but you can't really do that when they are
2 pounds & something. So we would read to the incubators. We
felt like geezers because it seemed like the entire
hospital could hear you. I remember one mom would bring
a book (and it wasn't a kid book but a GIANT sized mom book)
and read for hours. I always thought it was her theory to read
cover to cover in one day. Even though it seemed funny to me she
was doing her little child a huge favor. Since we've been home
Olly hasn't thought reading is so great. We would open the
book, read the first couple of words, & the lung floodgate would
open up. . . But the last 2 weeks or so, she just sits there and
takes it all in. I can't wait to take her to the library.
Providing she will be somewhat quiet-ish. The Doc says come
the end of March we can start going to church & places
that have plenty of people. So come on March.

This is my favorite.

. . . & she is trying to talk. It is too funny watching her try to
"talk". It takes a lot of effort & typically comes out like a bleeting
lamb. But she's trying & that's what counts.

And. . . .  it is now February :) I can't wrap my brain around

that little fact. We got married in February. So the ole man has

stuck with me for 3 years now. Thank goodness. . .  his

little joke is that he was going to try to make it

2 weeks. So he's done pretty good. He has another 70 (years) to go.

Don't you wish that February would bring a supper

menu with it? Figuring out what to make for supper makes

my brain a little phsyco.

I have a can of black beans.

Half a loaf of bread.

Leftover orange jello.

Butter.

A box of Rice Krispies.

Frozen Vegetables.

A can of Progresso.

 A dead brain.

The bright side is. . . it is wednesday, which

means there are only 3 more days to

figure out what to have for supper.