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The Good Life June Cleaver Style

Friday, February 1, 2008


A Dirty Martini and some business chat at Bricco, followed by picking up my son (Sage drove), and baking chocolate chip cookies for "dinner." Indy says they're "Yummy."

Indy is so cool now. We have fabulous conversations. He talks in length about favorite parts of his day, makes up stories, and best of all asks us questions.

Yesterday, Sage comes in the house and Indy says, "How was your day Daddy?" That, in my opinion, is more heartwarming than, "I love you," which he has also starting throwing around. He also melted Grammy's heart last Saturday when she got out of our car after going to dinner with us. He said, "Thanks for coming, Grammy!" Dear Lord! He got a lot of kisses for that.

Oh! and last night he put a shoe lace up his nose, started sneezing, then told me he had a cracker in his nose. A few minutes later after a sneezing fit, I asked exacerbated, "What are you getting out of your nose now?" He said: "Well, sneezes, of course." :)

posted by Rocky
4:09 PM

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