Our Everyday

the post dinner funk had come over Sadie and she was tired. Nathan was upset with her for talking back about changing into clean underware. She came down stairs in a grumpy mood about the whole thing. She finished her cookie and began to wave a napkin around that had been used to mop up the milk and cookie crumbs around her place at the table. Bits of soggy oatmeal were flying by my face when I asked her to stop and she kept on. So Nathan pulled out her chair and told her to get down from the table if she was done. At this, she removed herself from her chair and stood up with her fist pounding the table like a judge in a unruly courtroom and declared,"No more people moving my chair!" And with that, headed for the kitchen to negotiate for another cookie.


In other news, Happy Five Months, Emma!


Sadie's big twirl...


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