Michael was looking for a toy today and came in to tell me "I can't find Thomas ANYWHERE" (said as if he just searched the house from top to bottom)
I usually give Michael a kiss if he hurts himself. He fell on his bottom today and said "I hurt my butt. Can you kiss my butt Monny?"
We are house/pet-sitting for friends and they have a cat. Liam squeals with delight when he sees her and is getting pretty good at saying 'kitty cat' (sounds like 'itty tat')
I asked Michael if he was my little bear and he said "No, I'm just Michael"
Side Note: I am really hating the whole change back to standard time. It is way too dark, way too early and after several dreary days, I need to see the sun ASAP!!
I know these posts are rather dull. I have lots of thoughts in my head but am struggling to actually write them down. I am cracking under the pressure to post each day!
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