Below is a grouping of conversations one might hear around our house these days:
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Me: Bradley, are you done eating?
B: Yogur.
Me: Oh, honey. We don't have any. They were all close to expiration at the grocery store. Want something else?
B: (a little whiny) Yogur.
Me: Baby. You'll have to have something else.
B: (whinier) Yogur. Spoon.
Jeremy: We don't have any B.
B: (still whinier) Yogur. (Points to his tray)
Me: You might have to run to the store.
Jeremy: Seriously?
Me: Seriously. I don't think he's letting this go.
B: Dada. Yogur. Bye Bye.
Jeremy: (while laughing) I guess I'll be back in a minute.
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Me: Remember when we used to go to Starbucks to relax and hang out?
Jeremy: And read a book.
Me: Yeah....
Jeremy: Yeah, we used to go there to relax from our extremely relaxing day.
Me: Yeah.... I miss that.
Jeremy: What? Relaxing from a relaxing day?
Me: Yeah. I mean, I like B and all and he's totally worth not ever relaxing, but I do miss going inside Starbucks verses the drive-thru and relaxing with you from relaxing.
Jeremy: Yeah. It would be nice.
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Jeremy: I was telling a guy at work that this pregnancy thing really isn't that bad.
Me: Why would you tell me that?!
Jeremy: What? It isn't for me...
Me: Yeah, I think you are now supposed to die.
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Jeremy: Do you think Madelyn is going to be more like me?
Me: What do you mean?
Jeremy: Well, you know calm and quieter.
Me: You mean, opposite of Bradley.
Jeremy: It would just be nice.
Me: To have a boring child??
Jeremy: Maybe just a break.
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Jeremy: Bradley, who lives in Heaven?
B: God.
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August 23, 2012
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Love it. I am getting a little worried for the days when Natalie tells me what she wants to eat and what she wants to wear :) And don't worry I don't think God makes boring children. My daughter is pretty calm, but not boring.
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