Brent was out of town last week (big shocker) and I am at the point where I'm trying not to have a nervous breakdown from him being gone so much lately. I was on a roll at one point, but after we had him home for an entire week, I REALLY hated for him to go again.
Callie has been pooping on the potty a lot lately. Infact, I think she is going on the potty more than not. We have been rewarding her with tattoo bandaids which she likes to line up on her thighs. I don't even recognize that it might look weird to other people, but we've been getting stopped in the stores quite a bit by people who want to know what happened. Heh.
One night last week, I was loading Callie up into her carseat and buckling her in - at which point she 'vurped' (vomit-burped) inside her mouth. My dad and I started to laugh uncomfortably as her eyes teared up and she began re-chewing and swallowing. At that point, my dad struck up a song of his own about how food tastes better the second time around and as we watched Callie swallow the last bits, she choked out the words, "Coggie yike it!" We died!!!!
Of course, we hung out at the beach a lot and I took Callie to the movies to see "Up" again. We left early because she was missing daddy and Wywy. I had no complaints. This is just a cute little picture I caught of my big girl with her own drink and popcorn. Too bad she almost ate the whole bag just by herself!
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