Sleep, Sleepy Baby

I swear the boys know the party is almost over.

Today Elliot is declining the nap he most definitely needs unless he can take it in my arms. Alden is downstairs yelling, “Mooooooooommmmmmmy! I show you something! Want to come down? Want to have okra?” and anything else he can think of to get my attention.

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12 responses to this post.

  1. Alden eats okra?

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  2. Alden eats okra?

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    • Pickled okra, specifically. Or as he calls it, “okra in the door” since we keep the jar on the refrigerator door shelf. If I tell him he’s had enough he’ll say, “I show you! I show you on the door!” and try to pull the refrigerator open.

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      • It must be a laugh a minute at your house.

      • He really is, at least to me, very funny.
        Tonight as I was making dinner he brought me a pair of my highest heels and begged me to wear them while I cook. Of course I did.

      • I would be laughing all the time. It’s hard to believe that little boy who sat and listened so intently now talks all the time, isn’t it?

      • Here’s a recent gem:
        We were just in Cincinnati and visiting with my Uncle Frank. When we were leaving, Uncle Frank put out his hand to Alden and said, “Shake!”
        Alden contemplated this for a minute and then starting spinning in circles, pumping his arms and swinging his booty back and forth and singing “Shake shake shake! Shake shake shake!”

  3. Pickled okra, specifically. Or as he calls it, “okra in the door” since we keep the jar on the refrigerator door shelf. If I tell him he’s had enough he’ll say, “I show you! I show you on the door!” and try to pull the refrigerator open.

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  4. It must be a laugh a minute at your house.

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  5. He really is, at least to me, very funny.
    Tonight as I was making dinner he brought me a pair of my highest heels and begged me to wear them while I cook. Of course I did.

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  6. I would be laughing all the time. It’s hard to believe that little boy who sat and listened so intently now talks all the time, isn’t it?

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  7. Here’s a recent gem:
    We were just in Cincinnati and visiting with my Uncle Frank. When we were leaving, Uncle Frank put out his hand to Alden and said, “Shake!”
    Alden contemplated this for a minute and then starting spinning in circles, pumping his arms and swinging his booty back and forth and singing “Shake shake shake! Shake shake shake!”

    Reply

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