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Today Ellyn had to go to school:-(

The girls are on a week break, Mike doesn't have school for Columbus Day, and Anne and Peter are here with the kids. We will play all day while Ellyn slaves away (no, not really, it's fun work). So this morning Ellyn and I had a nice quiet morning. We watched a little Dora, I fed her 2 bowls o' Cheerios, I made one lunch. Just one lunch and then we got little Boo dressed without any interruptions. We had a very relaxing morning. I have decided that getting just one child ready for school in the morning is very pleasant. I think I'm only going to have one kid.

Wait...no, it's not that I just figured out I made the above decision too late, it's because I have a CLS!!!! Yesterday morning Ellyn woke up and came into my room (Anne was a witness to all of this). Let me preface this by saying that for a few months now we have tried to tell or show Ellyn what we are going to do and then we give her 10 seconds before we make the transition. We count out loud. So, back to the story. Ellyn came over to my bed and said "come wi me, come wi me! one-two-three-four-." Could you be any more amazed? No? Me neither! By the way, the way she says her numbers is the cutest thing ever. Could we really be starting into the world of talking?????????????????
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Stephanie Snyder said…
awww! I'm so excited for her. She counted for you! That is so cute!! hmmm, I think I'll ask Josh to wait for 10 seconds before expecting me to get up in the morning. haha

but I probably wouldn't want him to count out loud to me:)
November 2, 2010 at 4:17 PM
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