March Update

I don't know what the deal is with tongues around here, but if you'll remember, this post is what happened to Libby recently.

This afternoon, Alex came in the house and said, "I puh a ithe coob on my tongue, it got thuck, tho I tole Loman to lip it off thast like a Band-Aid."

Translation: "I put an ice cube on my tongue, it got stuck, so I told Roman to rip it off fast like a Band-Aid."

Ouch! Looks painful, kiddo!Then at dinner, as we all sat at the table eating, Alex was sulking on the couch because we ran out of applesauce. I said, "You should try eating potatoes and this chicken; it's really soft. Do you think you could just try it?"

In his very put out voice he said, "Ye-ah..with..great..difficulty."

I'm thinking that that doesn't sound funny written down, but it was really funny to me and Steve.

He kept going into the half bath and slurping water. When he came out he said, "I scream if I drink from a cup, but my eyes get big if I drink from the sink."

He also declared, "I'm never, ever, ever, ever, ever touching an ice cube again."

This is Avery with her doggy picture. We're seriously entertaining the idea of getting a dog because of her love for animals. Steve is sold on the idea, and he's the one with allergies; it's me who's still not completely ready.

"Outside" was one of her very first words, but she says "sie." She toddled and giggled as she went from leaf pile to leaf pile all through the yard.And Libby has always been The Best Sleeper. This is after a day at the garden. Hurts me just looking at her.