As I was cooking dinner yesterday (yes, that does actually happen occasionally around here), Grace ran out to tattle that Claire had put too much toilet paper in the toilet. When I went to see what had happened, Claire looks at me with sunken eyes and says, "Mommy, I have dirt on my butt." I'm not sure how and when poop became dirt, but it was cute nonetheless.
And then there's this little guy. Such a good baby and happy most of the time. But lately the noise coming from his mouth is so high pitched and shrilly that my ears are ringing by the end of the day. He's happy the entire time and must think he's "talking" to me.
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