I have to put these stories of the kids down before I forget them. They are almost always full of humor---though they are unaware of all of it right now. :)
On Christmas morning, Jo, Mandy's mom, opened a gift that looked like an antique phone, but was really a fun little light. M-G, after watching "Nene" ooh and aah and giggle and play with the phone/light, said in her sweet little voice, "Oh!!! It's like one of those old things from the bad days!!!"
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E is our biggest talker. He will just keep going and going and going, not even aware that the
person he is talking to now has a dazed look and is not listening at all. I think one of his favorite places to talk and make racket (like yelling and growling and laughing...) is in the bathroom. The echo in our bathrooms is phenomenal!!! Gi-Gi was helping E dry off after his bath, and the echo in combination to his voice was so loud, she asked him to count to one hundred in his head before he said anything else. He stood there for a few seconds, moving his eyes from side to side, first looking to the right and then the left, bobbing his head for a few beats, then, "So, the man went into...""Wait a minute, E. I thought you were going to count to 100."
"I did," E replied. "I was counting by tens!"
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Last night during supper, D-D, E and Dana were all sitting on the bench, Dana sitting in the middle. D-D began saying, "I'm saw-wee Daddy!...Saw-wee daddy!! I said, SAW-we. Sah-ah-ah-aw--WE, DadDY!!!"
"Dana, D-D is telling you she's sorry about something," said Dana's mom. Dana had been talking with his dad and was oblivious to the antics of his youngest daughter at this moment.
"Excuse me, D-D," he said. "You are forgiven, but what are you sorry for?"
"I poked you wif my fwork."
"I didn't even feel it," he laughed. "Did you do it on purpose?"
"Yeth. I did it on poypus."
"Do you know what 'on purpose' means?"
"Yeth. It means spankin'."
"That's right D-D," said Gi-Gi, hard-pressed to contain her laughter. "When you do something on purpose like that, to you it means you get a spanking."
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I do not have any funny stories about Z right now---he just likes to gurgle and laugh and giggle and try to roll from his back to his tummy (he is almost there!)...and fill his diaper. ugh!
Oh, wait!!! While at Nene's and Poppa's house, Mandy was feeding Z his supper.
Since he usually sits in one of those reclining bouncy-vibrating seats to eat and we did not bring it with us, Mandy had Z laying on her legs and her feet on the trunk in front of her so that the baby would be in a semi-upright position while eating. He was doing a pretty good job eating, not too much on his face, a little on his bib, when he decided that he was D---O---N---E, done!!! He kicked with his feet and swung his arms, one of those limbs hitting the bowl of carrots and cereal that Mandy was holding. It flew up in the air and landed right on Mandy's shoulder...upside down...and in her hair.Classic!!
No one would have known about this fiasco---all of the family being at Wed. night church services (Z was extremely fussy that night)---but his cousin had fallen asleep during Bible class and Scott had just brought him home. So there was a witness to this juggling act.
Though Mandy's hair is not red right now, she can still be called "Carrot-top."
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