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A wild one Ooh yeah I’m a wild one Gotta break it loose Gonna keep ‘em movin’ wild Gonna keep a-swingin’ baby I’m a real wild child
A couple of birds moved into our tree. Ellie chose what color the birds would be. As you can see, she chose yellow. She probably chose white first, but then I told her we weren’t going to have white birds, at which point she selected yellow. Since I don’t have much to say about The [...]
Tweedle Dee and Tweedle Dum or Great Minds Think Alike, whichever way you want to cut it… More than a month ago Ellie walked out of her bedroom and set herself down at the breakfast table looking like this: Then, a few days ago I catch Abram doing this: These kids. They crack me up. [...]
A couple weeks ago Ellie fell from/onto a metal ladder at a playground and busted open her chin. She ended up with two stitches. In truth, this picture was totally staged—I mean, the pitiful face was staged, the stitches and bandage really were real—but, they didn’t seem to bother her at all. Bonus Chinese vocabulary [...]
Some of you may be wondering what happened to the “Real Conversations” that used to be a regular feature on this blog and have suddenly disappeared. I believe they were a well-loved feature, so I am going to try and explain what happened. In a nutshell: Ellie’s speech has gotten too mature and complex. We [...]
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