BUI

If this blog stinks, you can ticket me with my first BUI, because I just downed that syrup that blasphemes the name "Cherry." Disgusting though it is, I'm so grateful for Nyquil and all its generic over-the-counterparts. But let's not waste more blog space on sickness. Everybody's got it. It's awful.

In case I didn't mention on the last post, Jason has stepped into that undefined role of preacher/secretary/youth pastor with no official title at the church again. Our head pastor resigned, so he is back to that unorthodox schedule again. It seems like he works four hours, takes two hours off, works two hours... 'round the clock.

Gabby has finally found her inner-2 year old. When or why, I don't know, but one day the Joy of Repetition came upon her. Life has never been the same. VeggieTales. VeggieTales. VeggieTales. When that's over, then you're going to get the synopsis of the episode about 38 times while she marches around the table clockwise, counterclockwise, clockwise, counterclockwise...

Today, we argued over the crayon I had. She hasn't gotten a lot of peer interaction, so I try to provide some of that stubborness for her. Comes naturally. After realizing she wasn't going to use urple until I was actually done, does she A) lay on the floor, B) give a sigh of exasperation, or C) announce, "I give up"? *D) ALL OF THE ABOVE!

Favorite conversation of the last week -

G: I was hurt!

L: Yes, you hurt your hand, but who made it all better?

G: Mommy! J: Jesus!

G: Hmmmm.... Yeah, I need some Cheez-Its!

(Jason thinks she may be confused as to why we keep offering prayers to a snack cracker.)

Runner-up -

G: Come here, Mommy. I sorry you sick. I kiss your boo-boo and make it all better. [kisses my elbow] I wuv you. You sooo sweet and sooo smart!

This is the best we could get right before bedtime, but you get the idea. And I promise... she can match pitch about 3 out of 4 times. Ha. Like you care.