"I ate many bites of rice mom. I ate one,two,three,four,five,six,seven,eight! I ate that many bites mom! And I ate my burrito with one,two,three,four,five SIZES."- says Penny with her pointer finger proudly shaking and her eyebrows raised high with conviction.
Tuesday, January 3, 2012
Monday, January 2, 2012
Burns' Photo Sesh
Benny's face was at its absolute worst at this point.
Sunday, January 1, 2012
Broken glass
I like relaxing just as much as the next guy, but time after time, I'm reminded, what's the point? You see, I live with a short person that breaks something, made of glass, on average, 30 times a day. I'm exaggerating, but it feels that way.In the past few days, Kaleb has smashed into a million pieces the following items. Those being a picture frame, a gum ball machine, straight from the north pole, glass candle holders on the mantle, that were pulled down along with everything else, a tiny snowglobe (purchased by gabby from the dollar store) and a glass holding my mimosa this new years morning. These are only the things that I can recall in my frustrated state. I know there are others. Not one of these things were broken on purpose. Kaleb just has a gift.
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