quinnie boo, the boo, girlfriend, soul sistah, angel girl, beautsy. can be won over with even the most off-tune rendition of "leaving on a jet plane," and may join you in singing it. has discovered the joy of feeding bean. has also discovered the joy of the iphone. wants whatever her brother has, much to her brother's chagrin. kicks like a wild woman in the bath tub. finds getting dressed highly offensive. likes sparkly things. gets googly-eyed over her daddy, and yells at her mommy (mommy works for her). eats cheese. army crawls (to will's toys). inspires. possesses endless depths of calm. knows the secrets of the universe. knows way more than we do. knows it's all good.
will, bug bite stew, bug-a-lug, sweetest, boy boy, burp boy (that's what he likes to call himself). says "yet's play some cars" all day long, if he's not saying "i wanna watch a show." fights naps by claiming he has a fever, headache, or big poop. climbs into his car seat by himself. wants to be told a story, and you'd be smart to include yake yawn yodge when you tell it. pushes grocery carts and races his cars down the slide and hops on his pogo stick like a big boy. impresses. has an exciting new friend, paxton. journeys to the magical forest. demands band aids. runs the show. yells. challenges. loves.
and that's what you need to know about my boo and my bug this october.
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