Bad week
Very bad week.
*****
And now for the good news:
Taylor is not really crawling, but she is absolutely mobile. She wriggles like that spider who was swallowed by the woman who swallowed the fly, which I don’t know why she swallowed the fly. Back to Taylor, who wriggles and jiggles like Jell-O with legs. She sees something that isn’t hers, and she’s OFF!! Ooh, I bet I can put that in my mouth! She has a tough time getting moving while she’s sitting on her bottom, but when she’s belly-down, Watch out, America! This girl really knows where she’s going!
Or does she?
And Ty, my good friend Ty. He’s so funny. He’ll tell you the morning routine inside and out…
“First go to sleep, then good morning. Then watch ‘Arthur.’ Then have breakfast. Then the ‘Rocket Show.’ Then… uhm….”
“Shower?”
“Yea. Then shower. Then… uhm… take recycling outside?”
“Yea, take ‘cycling outside. Then… uhm… The end!”
And that covers only until 9am.
Kyle, I’ve noticed the past few days, has been “My turn” more than usual. It’s his turn to the turn the TV off, to close the car door, to close the bedroom door, to turn off the shower, to get the dust broom and dust pan. blah blah blah. Still, I like it!
Go, Kyle!!
He has such good hair, too. I mean, I like Ty’s hair and all, but Kyle has streaks of blonde, like groovy surfer dude. It looks so good!
The kids want yogurt.
