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?"
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