This mother’s prayer for today:
Please never stop saying eleventeen.
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If this rings true, you might like these oldies but goodies:
Resilience and Deaf Ears.
Oh, you have so much more time.
I miss Auggie’s favorite number: elenteeneightysix
Oh I love this. And have a three year old who loves twenty-three-teen.
I’m going to ver sad the day my kindergarten guy learns that the word is not ewelven.
My best friend and I still refer to dresses with flared skirts as “pooey-rolls” thanks to her daughter’s creative naming habits. The child wore a lovely pooey-roll to her freshman homecoming dance this year.
Oh, this is precious. I love your photos and the moments you capture!!
Precious. :) This is why we still use the words, “pampakes” and “hangaburs” in our house. And my kids are 13 and 10.
Your son is soooo cute. And I know just what you mean. My son just learned how to say his j’s and no longer says his cousins names Gosh and Gonah.
I remember fiddy one…
In our house you do not ask for a sandwich but for a sashimpy. And my favorite numbers happens to be threeteen
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