11-11-11

Since I couldn't think of a better title for the post and I distinctly remember my Grandma Betty telling me I should write a letter on 8-8-88.

Isabel is coming up with the funniest stuff these days. Brian and I will just sit and listen to her and try not to crack up. Today she was flipping through the DirecTV manual and was saying 'He loves me. He doesn't love me' as she was flipping through each page. I guess it's her take on the 'he loves me, he loves me not.' I don't know where she gets this stuff. She also said 'damn it. damn it. damn it.' at lunch today. I should have just ignored it, but it caught me so off guard that I told her that's not a nice thing to say. What does she do? She says it over and over again until she goes to time out where she says it some more. The novelty finally wore off.

We're getting family pictures on Sunday so this meant that Isabel had to get a fat lip today. I have no idea how she did it, but I think she opened the bathroom door right on her face. She told me the door hurt her. Silly girl. I think it should be fine by Sunday. I'm so glad it's supposed to be 82 degrees so that we'll be nice and properly dressed in our long sleeves and sweaters.

Logan has been trying SO hard to eat the Fall centerpiece on the dining room table and today he finally got a nice big bite out of a gourd. I hear Isabel saying 'brober's eating it.'