Catch Up

Oh, the bandwagon.
So easy to jump on or
Fall off for a month.

Please accept this haiku as my apology for not writing for so long. And, yes, I'm apologizing because I've denied you many moments of cuteness by not sharing my kids' every moves. But, on we go. Here are a few to catch up.

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Me: Rolland, what would should we do for your birthday? A party? Balloons? Presents?
Rolland: How about curled up buns? (aka: cinnamon rolls)

That's my boy.

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(Overheard from the livingroom to Rolland's room. Addy is the little girl we watch once or twice a week. She's about 1 1/2.)

Addy: No! Share! Mine!
Rolland: No! I own it! I own it!

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Rolland (singing): Jesus loves the little children. All the children in the world. Red and yellow, black and blue…

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Rolland: Mommy! I'm an astronaughty!

(I know to spell it that way because later he asked why astronaughtys were in trouble.)

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Yes, I realize that all of these are about Rolland, but I'm sure that as soon as Opal starts talking she'll provide ample blogging material. Her recent milestones include crawling and sleeping through the night. No small achievements for a person who weighs less than 20 lbs. Still no teeth, though, at 8 months, but she couldn't be cuter. See...?

Of the 10 kids in Rolland's library storytime, there were 2 cowboys and 4 ballerinas. What are the odds? Good, apparently.

The doll she's holding is about 27 years old!

Opal doesn't like to keep her blankets on when she's in the stroller, so I went to extreme measures. Get out of that, Houdini!

Yep.