Sorry for the suspense...

Chris's kidney stone exited on Tuesday and he is all better now. Hooray!

I have not been very bloggy lately. I have thoughts in my head but not much motivation to write them out. Perhaps I'll try harder next week. Perhaps not. In the meantime, here are some recent Phoebe funnies:

Yesterday morning while my back was turned, Mallory poured syrup all over Phoebe's waffle. Phoebe cried: "I don't like syr-sup! Mommy! Affle broke!"

We had this conversation over and over yesterday:

P: How are you Mommy?
Me: I'm fine, Phoebe, thanks! How are you?
P: Good! Thank you! How are you Mommy?
Me: I'm fine, Phoebe, how are you?
P: Good! How are you Mommy?

Last night with Mallory:
P: My-ee! My-ee! My-ee!
Mallory (finally): What?
P: Um...eight nine ten elenen, My-ee!

After taking a sip of Chris's soda: "Delicious!"

P: Watch this Mommy! Watch this Mommy!
Me: Okay, I'm watching.
P: (takes a big step) I jumped, Mommy! Hooray Phoebe!

If she wants something but doesn't know the name for it, she'll try to identify it by color. So she'll say, "I touch pink!" If I say, "What pink thing?" she'll try again: "I touch pink! No, I touch geen! No, I touch geen blue lellow!"

Anyway, she makes me laugh.

Comments

aimee said…

Her waffle is broke! How precious! Noah does not like syrup on his pancakes. Only peanut butter. Just thought you would want to know.

Glad Chris is better!

2:36 PM

Anonymous said…

I'm glad that Chris is better. Whew!!

How cute. She has a unique way of putting things.

Mom

3:52 PM

H Noble said…

The waffle broke story made me laugh! My nephew Tyler spotted a train when we were in the car the other day that was hauling empty flat-cars and it really upset him that the 'twain bwoke! twain bwoke!'. Poor kids, why does everyone always have to mess with their perfect little worlds? :)
Holly

1:37 PM

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