"Ask me what I'm drawing, Mommy."
"What are you drawing Zach?"
One of the things we miss most about each kid learning to talk is the way they say basic phrases. I'm pretty sure Zachary will graduate high school saying "lellow" instead of "yellow."
Gracie has the caYUTEST way of talking where she pauses between words to emphasize her intensity. And right now the funniest thing is when she tries to say "make sure you ..." or "make sure you don't ..." It comes out as "makes much you..." and "don't makes much you ..."
I won't miss the screaming. Dear God. It is so shrill. She has the same pitch of a scream for tragedy, pain, and offense. So I never really know if she is attacking Zach out of pure meanness, or defending herself. And I can't hear what anyone is saying over the screaming.
Gabriel is joining in. He says "Momma," "up," "Dada," and my personal favorite, "uh Dada" when he is looking around for Chris. Saying "where's Daddy?"
That's right. I just bragged that my 9 month old is forming sentences. But that's why you read the blog, right?
My sister Instagrammed a funny picture of a spine, with the caption: "Eva wants to know who ate the whole elephant."
I thought it was so funny, so when the kids started getting up for breakfast I asked them if they wanted a waffle for breakfast, or an elephant. Zach was happy with a waffle, but Gracie informed me she wanted an elephant for breakfast, and one for lunch, and one for snack ...
And then Zach brought me a fresh onesie for the baby. With a wee little elephant on it.
I love that line.
Eight months later.
I have kept my family fed, reasonably clean and mostly clothed. It's always a question if Gracie will be wearing anything resembling the outfit I so lovingly laid out for her. And Zachary changes his socks the moment he senses any discomfort whatsoever.
Gabriel was a puke baby. Mercy. He is getting better but for awhile there ... gross. We have done a lot of laundry. (of course by "we" I actually meant Chris.)
We have refrained from any major car accidents, no one had any stitches or broken bones, and almost everyone had a birthday.
I can count on one thumb the number of children who still nap.
Momma is a stress-eater, and judging by my clothing size at the moment, it's been a rough eight months. But that's a topic for another day, and would someone please pass the donuts ...
We were blessed with a newer washer and dryer set, for which I am super happy about. My dishwasher is broken. Fridge falling apart any moment now. Ergo, other new appliances are on the horizon.
Facebook has been deactivated for the last time. I'd like to deactivate a few people. But we will just settle for comment moderation on my old friend The Blawg.
I don't plan on pressuring myself to be the best blogger out there, and photos are mostly gonna be published on Instagram, but here I am with as much wit as I can muster between all of the feedings and baths and the non-napping :)
Love to you all!
|This was today. Zonked out on my lap.|