I have some Christmas decorating pictures to post, but I’m too tired tonight. Soon!

I did want to post two stories you all will love.

When we were driving to Richmond for Thanksgiving, Reese slept most of the way, but she woke up towards the end. After a little conversation about going to Grandma and Grandpa’s for Thanksgiving, eating turkey, and what turkeys say I looked in the back seat, and she had her hand to her hair and I heard “Beautiful hair. Curly hair.”

Then, on the way from Grandma and Grandpa’s to Aunt Tracy’s we saw some cows lying down in the field. I said, “The cows are lying down, they must be night-night.”

So she said, “Cows read books. Cows have pipes (pacifiers for the uninitiated). Cows have blankies. Cows go night-night.”

Apparently cows have the same bedtime routine that she does.

Caleb and Jonah

Ever since we got back from Richmond, Reese has gotten too big to call me “mommy.” I am now “mom.”

“All done, mom.”
“Out of bed, mom.”

It makes me feel old! Like I have some surly teenage daughter! The worst part is that Brian reinforces it, “Go take that to mom.”

I tried to get back at him, and get her to call him dad. I told her, “Say I love you, dad.” She says, “I love you, daddy.” Ug. Already daddy’s little girl.

At least she doesn’t call me “Meg.”

Joshua