Today I bought Joanna a boys' bike so that when James gets it as a hand-me-down, it won’t be pink. {It is a pretty bright green, and I’m sure we’ll put streamers on it, so it’s a nice compromise.}
James is the first of my children that I have wanted to squeeze his cheeks all the time. Is it a boy thing?
Today at lunch my mom was peeling a shrimp and started asking me whether a shrimp was a crustacean or a mollusk. And I'm like, uh...... but my first thought was not "Hmmmm... let me think back to my last science class." Nope, my first thought was "Hmmm... I wonder if that was in The Little Mermaid."
A couple of weeks ago I was at a restaurant with Natalie and she was like “Momma, momma, momma, momma, momma, momma” and I had kind of tuned her out. Then I turned to her dramatically and gave her a stare. She said “say ‘what’.” Ha! {By the way that story is way more funny told in person, but I don’t want to forget it.}
James has come up to me like six times in the last few minutes to give me a kiss and wave “bye bye.” No wonder I want to squeeze his cheeks all the time!!
Eight times. Oh, I love that boy!
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