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He has a little stomach bug today. Feverish. Rundown. Listless. Unpoopular.
Reese has been on a roll lately. She’s been trying to up the ante with her vocabulary lately…the other night she came home after a particularly hot day to say, “Man, I’m sweatin’ like a crazy house!” (translation: Michael usually says “I’m sweating like crazy in this house!” on a nightly basis while cranking up the A/C.)
But today…today takes the cake. I thought it would be a great idea for Reese to start learning how to write the ABCs, so I sat down with her after lunch with her Magna-Doodle thingy and wrote “A a”. Right. Reese would rather have drawn spiders. Or panda bears. Or camels. So after a few minutes of trying to get her to focus and write an “A”, I gave up and started writing out words and having her find the “A” in them. Nebraska, Lindsay, Ainsley, etc. Finally, I wrote out “Apple”, and said, “Hey, Reese, let’s spell this one. Can you tell me all the letters in this word?” And she immediately said:
“B-E-E-R!”
You can’t make this stuff up, folks! She said it twice before I realized what she was spelling. I couldn’t stop myself from laughing out loud. Thing is, I know for a fact she can’t read, so I know she didn’t see it somewhere and remember to save that gem for later – I really think this was a random letter combo she just spit out. (I am wondering if she inverted the spelling of her name, too.) It may be the funniest thing she’s ever said. So if you haven’t gotten in a good belly laugh today, I hope that does it for ya. Sure did it for me!
…when you dress your kids the same. Here’s Reese and Ada last Friday. Ada rocked the skinny jeans. Her mama is so dang cool.
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May 25th was our fifth anniversary. Seems like it’s been longer than that. I’ve known Michael over half of my lifetime. I can truly say that I can’t imagine being a wife to anybody else! We laughed over dinner about how this was the year that we were supposed to start having kids. Funny how plans change and your life pans out. I’m learning to make plans in pencil.
We have our vows framed on our bedroom wall. I’m reminded almost daily of what I promised him. And what he promised me. I love that. I love him. Thanks, Michael, for picking the dorky girl who sat in front of you in class and tried her hand at flirting. I was awful…but it must have worked!
