Showing posts with label firsts. Show all posts
Showing posts with label firsts. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 13, 2013
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
Sunday, February 17, 2013
Not a baby anymore.
David is no longer a baby; he's a creeper. He is officially mobile. For the first time, yesterday, he linked up back to front and front to back rolls to move across the living room floor. He and Daddy were playing some game. This morning, he perfected his pre-crawling inchworm move to move across the bed, from Mommy to Daddy and back again. Up next, he'll be crawling as soon as Laura shows him how.
Friday, March 30, 2012
Tuesday, February 28, 2012
Sunday, November 20, 2011
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Conversations
When the girls woke up earlier than I would wish, I brought them to bed with me and Keith, this is what happened: KJ: *pats K's beard*
A: Beard
KJ: Beer beer beer beer
KJ: *pats K's eyebrows*
A: Eyebrows
KJ: Eyeba
KJ: *carefully points at K's eyelashes*
A: Eyelashes
KJ: Eye ash
K: Good job, Karen!
KJ: *pats K's beard* beer beer beer beer. *pats K's hair* beer beer beer beer!
A: No, that's Daddy's hair, not his beard.
KJ: *pats K's hair* beer! *pats K's beard* hair! K: *tickling L's feet* Look at these big feet!
L: It no big feet! It small feet!
K: *holding up KJ's foot* Then what's this one? L: It small too! Both small. K: Here's an article by (blah blah blah) "Facebook treats us like sheep that need..."
L: *interrupting* I like sheep. I like pink sheep.
A: There aren't pink sheep unless someone made them that way. God doesn't make pink sheep.
L: Why not? A: He made white and black and brown and sometimes spotted sheep, but no pink.
L: Well, I like pink sheep.
K: And Google+ treats us like adults. A: Just send me the link; I'll read it later.
L: ...and blue sheep and purple sheep. -MrsAWiggins
A: Beard
KJ: Beer beer beer beer
KJ: *pats K's eyebrows*
A: Eyebrows
KJ: Eyeba
KJ: *carefully points at K's eyelashes*
A: Eyelashes
KJ: Eye ash
K: Good job, Karen!
KJ: *pats K's beard* beer beer beer beer. *pats K's hair* beer beer beer beer!
A: No, that's Daddy's hair, not his beard.
KJ: *pats K's hair* beer! *pats K's beard* hair! K: *tickling L's feet* Look at these big feet!
L: It no big feet! It small feet!
K: *holding up KJ's foot* Then what's this one? L: It small too! Both small. K: Here's an article by (blah blah blah) "Facebook treats us like sheep that need..."
L: *interrupting* I like sheep. I like pink sheep.
A: There aren't pink sheep unless someone made them that way. God doesn't make pink sheep.
L: Why not? A: He made white and black and brown and sometimes spotted sheep, but no pink.
L: Well, I like pink sheep.
K: And Google+ treats us like adults. A: Just send me the link; I'll read it later.
L: ...and blue sheep and purple sheep. -MrsAWiggins
Saturday, June 18, 2011
Saturday, April 9, 2011
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
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