Ramblings

Now that Grant is starting to talk more (sigh of relief), I'm going to start adding his ramblings to the blog.  Sure, they are mostly unintelligible, but I have become pretty good at figuring out most of it.  Last night, when Grant was sleeping we could hear little grunts and quiet squeals.  Then I clearly heard "choo choo" spoken, at least a few times.  It was at least a 9.7 on the cuteness scale (10 being a perfect score).  As I write this, it makes me want to go in his room and give him a squeeze.

Listening to Ella while she was playing make believe:
"Oh, your teacher didn't text me that you were coming!"


Shopping for khaki pants for her school uniform:
"Mommy, why do we have to get tacky pants?  Can't I get another kind?"

Choo Choos

Choo Choos are Grant's most favorite thing (besides mama, dadda, Ewwa and Buff).  At night when we say prayers, and we give our thanks to God for everything, he always has to add "choo choos" to the list.  After he wakes up, one of the first things he asks for is his choo choos.  He is always on the look out for a train where ever we go.  At dinner time we discuss as a family our high point, low point and middle point (this was Ella's addition) of our day.  Tonight we asked Grant, "What was your high point?"  Grant said,   "Choo choo."  "What is your low point?"  Grant said, "Choo choo."  "What was your middle point?"  Grant said,  "choo choo."   Ah, to be two again.