Today Micah had orange Jello he ate with a straw for lunch. He thought it was very fun. I gave him a spoon but he had already had the straw idea and was convinced it was a better way. He also had a few bites of fried chicken, one bite of broccoli (we keep telling people he likes it and he keeps spitting it out. . . Thanks, Son. ) and . . . I guess that was all.
I have a minor case of the sniffles. . . I think it is a cold and not allergies. I would like to stand firm in the idea that I don't have allergies. I just typed allergies.com. Today we left Georgia and were on the road for three full hours before got to Greenville- which is much less than three hours from where we started. After that we made pretty good time up to Greensboro though. Tomorrow we head on back to Delaware. I think we will be happy to be back 'home.'
I left some of the kids clothes that I really should have brought with me. For example, I only brought one pair of Jammies for Micah. At home we sometimes go through two pairs a day. I am so thankful for my friend Mrs. Samsel who washed all Micah's clothes three times a day while we were at her house. I will put up the mud puddle pictures, but probably not until sometime Friday or Saturday.
Micah climbed the stairs to Aunt Karen's 2nd floor balcony over looking the living room. He stuck his head through railing and yelled "Michael! Michael!" He's been calling me Julie some lately as well. Thinks it's funny. Which I guess it is.
Oh and our horror story of the day: I looked back at Micah and saw that he was playing with Amy (in the car). "Gentle," I cautioned, not wanting my baby's eyes to be poked out or anything. I kept watching to make sure he was careful and discovered what he was actually doing. . . He was picking his nose, then putting his finger in Amy's mouth! Who needs vaccines anyway. . .
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
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Well, I think the bugger story is one for Grandma's Memory Book... We will be glad when you get home too. We miss all of you. The party tomorrow for Bonnie and Daisy won't be the same without our cook... Love mom
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