"You're berry good at doing garbage, Mommy".
2. I found Trey dragging Kayelynn across the living room floor (by her neck) (away from his toys)
"She needs to go in she's play pen!"
3. Kayelynn was laying on the floor and Trey was beating her on the back. "Stop hitting your sister!" I told him.
" But she's back sounds like a drum" Trey replied.
4. I was digging thru our storage unit. I heard Trey talking behind me. He was using the sing song voice he uses to coo at Kayelynn. "Hey guys...how are you? Do you like it here? You doin ok?" I couldn't figure out who he'd be talking to.
I turned around to see him nuzzled up by Rex's deer heads.
5. Trey has taken to making up words. He often call me a Poodee Woodee. I am going to assume it is a term of endearment. I also let him name one of the new baby goats. He came up with the name Bettywanger. The goats' mother is Betty. So I'm going to guess that Bettywanger translates to: goat kid of betty.
~never a dull moment with trey around~
2 comments:
Oh for the days of a little Trey. I am having a bad day. I had to listen to 3 hours of bickering kids in the hot garden while we picked bush beans. He's not picking. I picked more than him. Did not! Did too! I did more rows than you. My beans are bigger than yours. My back hurts. My legs hurt. There are too many bugs. The flys are biting me. All the while I picked 5 rows of my own and had to go over their 2 rows they did and got the other half of the beans they missed. AAAAHHHH. All the while my own back hurt and knees and shoulders too. Ain't life grand with teenagers! I just want to cry. Can I? Hold little Kayelynn close for me tonight while you are feeding her and let me know how peaceful it feels.
Marcy- I was holding her peacefully while I read your comment. She is sleeping and looks like such an angel. Please don't let her grow up! I think I could sit here and hold her forever.
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