Its not just a great alliteration, its the truth. I noticed it a few months ago when he would point out letters on shirts and in books. I started telling him the letters and just recently we realized he was listening. This works great when we are caught in lines. I look for signs with words and point out all the different letters.
Squishy Burrito? What?!? So, I was walking the streets of Denver with a good friend, and a boy (later to be known as Cster). I decide we should eat. "What do you feel like?" my good friend ask me. "A squishy burrito" answers Cster squishing my muscleless arm. Jump forward a few years. The good friend is now my sister-in-law and Cster and I enjoy the mountains walking to our mailbox with our 4 children Mster, Lster and Kster, and Nikster.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Sunday, July 13, 2008
She makes her Daddy proud.
After telling my mother that she doesn't like the rice she cooked.
Mom: So what do you like to eat.
Mster: Princesses
Mom: No EAT. What do you like to EAT?
Mster: Oh, dead cow!
Mom: So what do you like to eat.
Mster: Princesses
Mom: No EAT. What do you like to EAT?
Mster: Oh, dead cow!
Friday, July 11, 2008
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