This kid doesn’t just rebound, he soars. After forty-eight hours of antibiotics he was pacing up and down the kitchen, following me from room to room, and yapping away the entire time. Animal noises, loud singing, story telling, you name it.
I don’t think he has been awake and quiet for more than five minutes except for when he is watching television. Which means we have been resorting to a lot of TV. Admittedly, much of what he says lately goes in one ear and out the other, but I did manage to write down a few things.
The CuisinArk and the blender work really good!
Stop looking at me, Daddy!
Everyone who is a boy? They are still the bosses.
Do you know how smart I am? One hundred ninety bucks. Infinity smart.
Stop looking at me, Mommy!
Just stop saying that!
I won’t touch the prickly part of a cactus because a new flower will grow out of that prickly part. I saw that at OSH.
Look at all these palm trees! This looks just like Palm Springs!
Mommy, this time? I didn’t miss you at all.