These girls...so silly, so full of life. I can't imagine my life without them. Trinity is well into 2nd grade, reading anything she can sound out. She read the title of my book Have a New Kid by Friday and burst into tears. She was personally offended that I would read such a book, then said, "In your book, does it tell the parents to only let your children have a tiny bit of fun per week?" Poor girl, she worries way too much...too much like me. Micah has toned down her car screaming quite a bit but continues to keep us hopping with her newest antics. In the past week, only a few things were affected by her artistic ability. She pink crayoned the dark green couch, markered the bottom of her feet purple, penned the kitchen table, green permanent markered her new art table (hey, what's an art table for?), and painted the front of the house with purple and yellow paint. I am sure there are more, but I forget at the moment. Emory is the lovey of the world. She loves to be held while she sucks her thumb. She has started making kiss sounds. She took two steps last night and is on the road to being more mobile than I am ready for. If I am not pulling paper out of her mouth, I am moving her away from the grip of her sister and her unfailing desire to squish her. Poor Emory. We will be very excited if she makes it unscathed over the next few years...God bless my girls.
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