Nora asked about "my grandma" and I explained she was sick and resting in Oregon City. She said, "I need my backpack!" She filled her backpack with bandaids and her phone and said, "Let's go!"
My cherub-like creatures that are hell-bent on the destruction of our home and sanity. I think others call them "children". Bear witness to their antics, my musings, and the fecal fiascos of childhood acted out by Nora and Owen.
Wednesday, July 30, 2014
Moments
Nora tricking Jamie w the classic "made you look" and tapping his nose saying "boop".
Owen hearing a baby pass by outside crying and looking up at me to hoot questioningly like an owl.
Nora complimenting my dress, telling me, "Oh, you have a dress on, mama? It's beautiful! You're pretty, mama. Go look in the mirror, mama. You're beautiful."
The two of them cuddling and laughing before their nap.
Her consoling him, "Ooh, it's ok, Owey. It's ok, Owen."
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