Morgan's been full of it today. He came hobbling down the hallway, bent over, walking slowly and said, "Look! I'm Grandma Glenna!" He's also been telling me he only likes it when I wear my hair down. Pony tails are no good. And last night, when Jar was laying across the couch, Morg declared he was going "up the mountain" and started climbing all over Jared. Then he turned around (while standing on Jared's head), and declared he was "coming down now".
After Danny boy was sound asleep, we (all three) spent the evening squished in Morg's bed, reading Caillou books until I got kicked out for teasing too much. Sometimes I just can't help it. Morg's so fun to egg on, and he says the silliest things I've ever heard. What would I ever do without my nut?
Well, it's Monday, my dears. And it's been blowing like crazy all day. We're having chicken noodle soup for dinner and doughnuts for treats after family home evening. Stay warm. Xo.
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