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Toby to Trevy (who has decent aim and was karate chopping at him) during a recent car ride...


Stop torturing me!


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Do I look beautiful today, mommy?



Asks Bristel from where she was perched on the stairs. Modeling out grown jeans and a too-tight t-shirt. Hair going every which way. Looking adorably...Bristel-ish.



Always...I replied.



She flashed her dimples and simultaneously unplugged her sucking thumb while dropping her blankie in the basket.



I've decided I'm not going to suck my thumb on days I wear beautiful things! Isn't that a good idea?



She's convinced her blankie makes her suck her thumb. Which is really cute. But do I tell her that I don't mind her blankie snuggling thumb sucking ways...cause it means she still my baby?



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Toby says about his sister...



She sure doesn't love her posse!



When asked to define who exactly her posse was...he informed...



That would be us! Her family!


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Bristel was rosy cheeked and holding Callie by the leash when I glanced out the big window to check on them. When Bristel saw me she waved furiously and said...


I love you, mommy!


flashed her dimple and joyfully added...


So does Callie! Did you know I know how to talk to animals?


And away they went. To continue conversing about whatever little girls and puppies do...I'm sure.


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We happened to be touring Trevy's class during snack time. I came prepared. That time. With juice and animal crackers.


Trevy was happily munching. While I was busy soaking in the room.


I felt a tug on my hands. Looked down to find Trevy looking into my eyes. Sippy cup held up high in one hand. The other still tugging mine.


And then the most beautiful thing happened...


He said...


"maaaaww"


Which, my lovely friends, means MORE!


And is why my eyes were misting as I jumped up to get him "Maaaawwww"!

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joanne foltz said…
I "so" appreciate these stories!! Since I am 10,000 miles away, it helps me feels close to the grandkids! Thanks, Danielle, for the stories. Bibi
March 27, 2010 at 7:51 AM
Alicia said…
Love these posts.
March 27, 2010 at 8:12 AM
MJStump said…
i so love the randomings and all the special little moments you share!

they make me cry a little as they are such sweet mommy moments...can never have too many of those :)
March 27, 2010 at 9:15 AM
Anonymous said…
Always looking for "maaaww" here. And receiving it. Heartfelt thanks!
Barbara
March 27, 2010 at 2:13 PM
Anonymous said…
I have to admit I really like the ramblings.......... I laugh out loud as I share them with Pop pop
March 27, 2010 at 6:48 PM
Adesta said…
When I first read the first little story, I thought it was Trevy telling Toby to stop torturing him! I was like, no way!? He got taht all out!? lol My brain is so not functioning today....*sigh* Would have been a good day to stay home and sleep.............
March 30, 2010 at 4:45 AM
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