Some kind of berry
Nolan: “Mom, why is she blowing cranberries at me?”
Ingrid has learned how to blow “raspberries” with all of the extra saliva she’s producing in preparation for her new teeth. Today, she blew them at her brother 🙂
Nolan: “Mom, why is she blowing cranberries at me?”
Ingrid has learned how to blow “raspberries” with all of the extra saliva she’s producing in preparation for her new teeth. Today, she blew them at her brother 🙂
It seems I need to do a better job at looking at the kids’ clothes before they head off to school. I went downstairs this morning with Lincoln and Ingrid and told Nolan to get himself dressed. (He sometimes dawdles a bit too long if I wait for him, so when I leave the room and he generally gets dressed faster.) Well, I didn’t even think to look closely at what he was wearing. I just assumed that since his shirt looked fine, everything else was in order. Wrong. I think he was going for the Kris Kross look today. His preschool teacher had to point out to me that his pants were on backwards. I guess they were roomy enough that they didn’t bother him. It’s nice to know he’s not the first to have done this at school 🙂