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| Tonight as I was getting Derek a drink of water, Natalie asked me why I was getting him water. "Because he's thirsty." I said. And then she asked, "But doesn't he want beer?" | | |
| . . .since my last installment of The World According to Natalie. I call this one "How old is Natalie REALLY??" It's anybody's guess, especially when she spouts off comments like this one, tonight at dinner: "Mommy, how do you know that everything I've done in the world isn't a dream?" Pretty advanced philosophical thinking for a 5-year-old, I think.  | | |
| I was putting some beans in the crock-pot for tonight's dinner. Natalie told me that she wanted to go to McAlister's. I said that no, we'd be eating at home to save some money. Why, she asked. To pay bills, said I. Mom, said she, bills have nothing to do with money! Glad to hear it, babe.
This was before she told me that she was raised in a Mexican family, Abbey was raised in a Chinese family, Rebeccah in a French family, and Isabella in a Japanese family. And here we all are. | | |
| I entered to win--maybe this will be my time!
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| Last night, I was down the hall, and heard Natalie singing her opera--the same phrase from "Queen of the Night", over and over again. And over again. Then I hear, "Natalie!" and something unintelligible from where I was. Then Natalie yells, "Papa, Beccah says my opera is giving her a headache!" | | |
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