Saturday, June 27, 2009
This afternoon, during "quiet time," she came downstairs. Evelin was napping on the couch; I was flipping back and forth between folding laundry and checking Facebook. At first she complained about an "owie" on her foot; I gave it a kiss and told her quiet time wasn't over yet. She then tried to argue that she needed to snuggle, which I acquiesced to for a little while, then ordered her back to her room.
I went back to the laundry and she climbed into a chair, saying "You can't get me." Evelin asked Quinn if Daddy needed to take her back to her room. She repeated, "No, you can't get me."
So I got her; she attempted evasive maneuvers, but I was quick enough to catch her.
As I'm carrying her up the stairs, she starts moaning, "Oh no! The computer was wrong."
Where does she get this stuff?
Tuesday, June 02, 2009
"Daddy! Celeste is ALWAYS doing her e-mail when I want to do something on the computer. That's selfish!"
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