Wednesday, September 10, 2008

precious...

And many of you have already heard this story this morning, so you can just bow out now. Really, it won't hurt my feelings. We'll wait. Ok, those of you still here, this is how our day started:

I walked into Emory's room virtually crowing "Emory, you are so precious. Precious, precious, precious." She was standing up in her crib tent grinning at me from behind her paci, giggling just a little. I unzipped her bed, and got her out. Giving her a big squeeze, I smiled at her and said, "Emory, are you precious?" My darling babe put her sweet hands on either side of my face, looked deep into my eyes, and whispered, "No, I poopy."

2 comments:

Just Me said...

That is too cute...It reminds of the time my son...said, "Mommy, Mommy Look!" With an exasperated sigh (after a long day of homeschooling, house work, etc..)...I trudged into his room...and behold! Wall art... a la poo poo...God Bless us!!

Philip and Renie said...

HAHAHAHAHA!