- Melissa is painting the bathtub with my shaving cream. Somehow this is "homework."
- Me: "Do you think Rachel would want me to wake her up for stake women's conference?" Christine: "I don't know. It's not like you usually get to church on time."
- Isaac is the Ellis Go Fish champion. This really burns Matthew up.
- A co-worker, to me: "I'm so grumpy lately. I make you look like a saint!"
- 5:45 AM fire alarm at the hotel. Co-worker: "Ellis didn't have time to put his shoes on, but he did have time to grab his laptop!"
- Isaac is starting to argue about my attempts to speak French. "I say five, not cinq. I say shoes, not chaussures." But, he can be tricked. "Est-ce que ce sont des chaussures, ou des sandales?" "Chaussures!" [October: he no longer argues, but he still defaults to English most of the time.]
Matthew was nicknamed "Peanut" by his mother shortly after birth. How shortly, we're not really sure anymore; within the first few sleep-deprived days is all we remember. Matthew never did go through that period of sleeping all the time that baby books tell you newborns are supposed to have. Since his first abnormally alert days he's just become more and more active, and at some point his uncle Grant conferred upon him the moniker Savage.
Sunday, October 27, 2013
February peanuts
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