I won't lie. . . . Yesterday I was wondering about my children's I.Q. level. Let's hope they didn't inherit mine. For starters. . . I went to get Olivia Deane up from her nap and there were her stocking feet staring at me thru the crib rungs. ( Now bear in mind that this is my vegetable that doesn't move. . . Only she does. She hadn't ever done such a thing before so it cracked me up. Lately she wiggles all over the place. She actually army crawled in her own way in this wonky weird circle thing. I palpitated a smidge. It was awesome.) So I then rescued her. . . Took her to my bed to change her britches. . . Where her brother was sitting. . . Calmly trying to "grab" the sunbeams. His fat fist kept grabbing air. He was stupified. Fast forward to bedtime. Josh put Olivia in her tent. Apparently she couldn't figure out which was better. . . Indoors or out. Needless to say I am never bored with these two.
At any rate. . . Happy Thanksgiving to all . . . I think the turkey stockers at Dillons are mighty tired.
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| More than one way to skin a cat |
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| Silly stupid stripes |
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| Half in Half out |
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