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On Noah's night stand is a small cup of milk I allowed him to have. Of course, there was a lecture involved. You know...be very careful, do not spill, if you do I will be very mad. I'm making his bed, I flip the covers and send the cup and it's contents all over the place. Shock spreads across Noah's face. I'm pissed. "You see, Mom.....that's why we need ShamWow."
Way to save the moment, Noah. Oh....and no more TV.


While in the front yard playing, Noah announces that he wants me to play baseball. "Ooooo...I don't know how to play. That's a game for you and Dad."
"What??? What do mean. All you have to do is throw the ball at me and I hit it. It's not hard."
Note to self; baseball is easier than I believed.

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Steph said…
So funny. I always say that to Julien about his drink in his room at night. And about not being able to play soccer with him. His reply is pretty on par with Noah's!So I just stick my foot out and pretend to be really dissappointed when he gets a goal. :)!
1/16/2009
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