Facebook is truly sucking the life out of our blog. So rather then allow our memories to go down in a site that will likely be a dinosaur once you kids are grown, I think I'll just do a bit of copying and pasting :-)
Sophia: "Evi! Those are my Mardi Gras beads!"
Evi: "No! They are my dirty bra beads!"
Talk about a loaded misinterpretation!
Watching the Olympics...
Soph: "Go Europe!!! Faster!!"
Evi: "Yes! Go Syrup!!"
So many things wrong with this conversation
Soph: "Mom! I have GREAT news! My butt touches the entire toilet seat now. I must be growing up!!
Evi: "Mommy, lets pretend you are the mom, I am the baby and this is our house." Um. Ok. I think I can handle that role play.
And a recent Evi-ism:
Drolor- Verb: To draw with crayons. ie: Mom, will you drolor a picture with me?
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