You do not choose your family. They are God's gift to you, as you are to them. -Desmond Tutu
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
From the Mouth of Gabe
Last night after coming upstairs from the basement, Mommy told Gabriel, "Take one last drink of milk, and leave the milk cup downstairs. We need to go upstairs and take a bath." Gabriel took a big gulp of milk, walked to the basement door, and threw his milk cup down the stairs. Then he pointed and proclaimed, "Downstairs." (Mommy really just meant that we weren't going to take the cup upstairs to the bath with us. Silly Mommy!)
After three sucks from the bulb syringe trying to relieve Gabe's nose of some mucus Saturday night, he told Mommy, "Just pick it." (Where did he get that?)
Saturday evening Gabriel was calling both dogs Hershey. Daddy trying to correct Gabriel says, "Her name is Lucy. Gabriel, say Luh-Luh-Lucy." To which Gabriel replied, "Lu-Lu-Hershey!"
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