
I have so much stuff I would like to write, but am limiting myself. Tonight is my last night before I leave for St. George in the morning so I am trying to spend as much time with the kids as possible. It's hard, but we have a goal and timeline in mind, so the sacrifice is worth it.
Here's my Madisonisms to record:
ME: You're a Smarty Pants.
MADI: Yes I am. I know everything.
MADI: (after I picked her up at Nursery) My teacher is so good. She took good care of me. She fixed my bow, tied my ribbon, and put on my shoes. She takes good care of me. She's so good.
ME: Did you have a good week?
MADI: I don’t know! What is a week?
MADI: (I just told her tonight was my last night before I have to go to work.) You want me to call you on the phone so you don’t miss me so much? (You can see she doesn't have as much of a problem as I do.)
MADI: Ughh!!! (Frustrated with Lane) We really need to teach him to talk.
Now, it's not that I am ignoring Porter. He just doesn't say much. I mean, he does, he just doesn't have these smart, funny, little quips that Madison does. He is very creative and is making up fantastic stories about dinosaurs, dogs, and super heroes. He is always fighting or saving the world.
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Boys will be boys. They always need a D.I.D. (damsel in distress)
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