The other day as I was strapping her in her carseat, L looks at me very seriously and asks, “Mama, I really need a boy to dance with. Can you get me a boy to dance with?” Not really knowing how to respond I said, “Um. Sure.” That seemed to settle the question for now. Heh.
Archive for August, 2006
While going through my closet, looking for things to give away, I managed to fill an entire trash bag with shoes. Shoes I’ve worn at weddings, several pairs of tennis shoes, and finally, my trusty Doc Martens. Granted, I haven’t worn them since my bachelorette night over five years ago, but just knowing that I could somehow made me feel younger. Alas, two babies later, they’re just too small. *sigh*
J is a champion drooler. He even learned how to raspberry today. I figure I just need to set him on the front lawn and that would clear the dry spots right up.