The smallest one was Madeline...

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"Boys and girls, today Bob's mom has come to school this morning to read a book to the class. Let's say good morning to Bob's mom."

"Hi, Bob's mom."

"Good Morning everyone. Today I'm going to read one of Bob's favorite books, "Madeline." Madeline is a little girl who lives in a city called Paris in a country called France. Has anyone here been to France? And Bob's raising his hand, yes Bob?"

"You guys I've been to France but I was a tiny baby and it was a really long airplane trip and I was awake the entire time, like twelve hours. Right, Mom?"

"Very, very right, Bob."

Smacksy Sunday Links

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 She is wonderful.

Dogs are awesome.

Cats are cool too.

Happy Sunday.

Smacksy Saturday Photo: Retro Bob

Guys? I know I've posted this photo before but it's Bob's sixth birthday today. This year, for some reason, I'm feeling especially sentimental about the whole situation. We met Bob Rosenberg on May 5, 2006. Six years later, I still have that look on my face most of the time, only now it's without the painkillers. I'm a lucky gal. Happy Birthday, Bob.

Hours Away

"Mom! One more sleep and I'll be five and twelve twelfths. You know what that means?"

"I do."

"Cake!"

Almost

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"Hey, Mom!"

"Yeah?"

"Chicken butt!"

"I think you meant, 'Guess what? Chicken butt' But we don't say 'butt' at our house."

"Okay. Guess what?"

"What?"

"Chicken bottom!"

"Nice."

Good Talk

"Mom? Your eyes look small."

"I just woke up."

"Your voice sounds funny."

"That's because I have a cold, Bob."

"You're nose is running and your tummy looks puffy."

"Cool. Anything else?"

"Yeah... I tooted."

Pardon Me

Tonight, I walked into the bedroom to find a sweet scene: Jeff and Bob in mid-conversation after reading bedtime stories. They looked up and smiled at me and then my boy leaned over to his father and whispered, "Dad you really need to watch your language."