Libby has started babbling a little bit lately, mostly da-da-da-da. I've decided that it's time for her to start talking. Last week I was in Truth or Consequences, New Mexico - which I affectionately refer to as "Dirt-ville". I left on Sunday and came home on Friday. The whole time I was gone, do you think ANYONE in my family would talk to me? Um, no. Cooper would reluctantly get on the phone and say, "Mommy, can you come home now? Thanks. I love you. Bye." and every time I tried to talk to David, he was asleep. I guess the time change hit my house pretty hard. Then I get home and try to ask everyone how the week was - fine. fine. Libby is my only hope!!!
Saturday morning Cooper, Libby and I went to Waffle House (I think Daddy was over "parenting" at this point). I think Libby ate as much and me and Cooper (and Cooper eats a lot at WH). She ate some waffle, hash browns, pears and apple juice. All good southern girls love Waffle House.
After WH we went to the grand opening of our new playground. It is so nice. Cooper had a great time. Then we finished off the day with a haircut. That is normally a bad experience but even though we had to wait an hour(!) he was pretty good.
Speaking of Libby eating - looks like we have a little mouse in our pantry...
2 comments:
um...I'm more focused on figuring out if that's tequila in the background. Libby's a doll!
Umm, yes Hope I belive you are correct - thanks for pointing that out!
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