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A Day Late, A Dollar Short

I've been thinking about doing these so here's my first one......




Thirteen Things About Monkey Boy and Peanut

1. I never thought I would have them. I was prepared to adopt.

2. He loves grapes dipped in ketchup.

3. She dances like those figurines of Hawaiian women on the dashboard of a van.

4. He loves girls.

5. He won't hesitate to body slam his sister or cousin at any given moment though.

6. She knows some sign language.

7. He poops** on the big people's potty** chair. (Progress, it's all about going slow - the training, not the pooping**, well hell, you know what I mean.)

8. He's a blonde, she's a redhead.

9. They love to visit their great gramma in the nursing home as often as they can.

10. They love the fat, gray cat that resides at said nursing home as well.

11. His first word was cheese.

12. They both got two teeth at 5 months.

13. They are the most precious things in the world to me and I cry at the thought of leaving their sides for too long. (Note that I didn't say I cry at the thought of ever leaving them cause I'm here to tell you, you want them for a week? Here's some Pull Ups, Diapers and sippy cups. Call me when you're bringing them back.)


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** Poops, pooping and potty are not in the dictionary for my spellcheck. Clearly it was edited by someone with no children.

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Anonymous said…
grapes dipped in ketchup? I'll have to try it sometime ;) Peanut and Monkey Boy sound adorable.

Have a wonderful weekend. Take-Care...
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