This morning I opened Logan's door to get him up. He was up and swinging! What I mean is, he had a boxing glove on one hand, and was tossing toys up into the air and trying to hit them with his glove. All this time he was making growling sounds from his throat. Such a boy! It was quite funny. I got him to hold still long enough to dress him for the day and he still didn't say a word, just kept swinging that glove. I finally said, "Logan, Good morning! Can't you say 'Good morning to your momma?'"
And that little boy in as manly a growl as he could muster said, "Good morning!" and hopped off my lap and took off swinging some more! I think God knew it was time for a girl in this house!
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That reminds me of my mom's thinking...she had two boys and then me. She was excited to finally have a girl to dress in frills, but I was a tomboy when I was a kid! (She still dressed me in frills though - ha!)
ReplyDeleteThat's funny. Such energy, eh?
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