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"Mommy, the pink dress is crying because we didn't buy her."

Poor Baby

Dear Isabella,

You threw up for the first time in your whole toddler life today.  Sadly, it was in church and all over both of us.  Sweet Daddy went back to the church to clean the pew and the sidewalk after depositing us at home to get showers.

Apparently getting sick gives you a lot of energy because you ran around in cirles and danced for most of the afternoon.  Then, you got sick again.... all over both of us, again.  So we got more showers.  Sigh.  We are very, very clean today.

You and I are taking a sick day tomorrow.

A Real Reader

Dear Isabella,

Well, you have been a real reader for about a week now.  You can read "Hello, Clifford" and "Curious George: Curious about Phonics."  That's a terrible title, by the way, but the stories are quite good.  You are loving it, but it's tiring work, so we only do it a little bit each day.  I'm still reading picture books and chapter books to you  at night, too.

Tuesday was your share day at school, and you took your Clifford book to read for the class.  You read three chapters.

We are so proud of you!

Deal With It

"Mommy, can you just deal with me when I love Daisy?"

A Sad, Sad Song

"Daisy, once you were a sister. Now you are just a girl."

Massage?

Dear Isabella,

Yesterday, Daddy was in the shower and I was in the bathtub when the bathroom door flew open and you came racing in with a pink baseball bat and this question: Who wants a massage?

Needless to say, we both started giggling and you joined in. Thanks for being such a sweet natured little lady.

Tired

Dear Isabella,

"My mommy just gets tired thinking about me."

Thanks for telling the waiter this tonight at Taste of Thai.

Dior

During a Dior commercial... "I want that dress! I love that dress!!" Sigh.