Tuesday, September 9, 2008
and now ... hurricane Ike
It was time to buy the kids umbrellas but since everything is a weapon I decided on this: Rain Ghosts! (you have to admit it, it is descriptive). And speaking of weapons, since we have a finished basement here the kids use it as their playroom. When it is time to clean up the toys that somehow reach the living room (ground floor) they are supposed to take them downstairs. This morning when I asked Eliannah to put her baby away she lovingly picked it up, went to the top of the stairs, peered down and tossed that doll exclaiming, "Baby bommmmmmbbbbbbb". What a nut!
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