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Little Things

I talked to Aidan for a long time on the phone today. That kid is so funny! He had me cracking up. It was nice. πŸ™‚

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Conversations With Aidan

Ronni: Are you hungry? What did you eat?
Aidan (little voice): Fruit Poops.
Ronni: What??!
Aidan: *giggles*
Ronni: Aidan, I don’t think you really ate Fruit Poops.

Adam: HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!

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Out of the Mouths of Babes

So, after Aidan’s bath, he was in the living room drying off. I was in my room looking for something that was clean and also not packed. Not easy to do these days. I am in desperate need of a laundry episode. I’ll probably do a load tomorrow, just so I can have some packing/lounging clothes.

Anyway, while I was in my room, Aidan was in here, and I heard him say:

“I’M SICK OF BEING FRICKIN’ COLD!”

:O :O :O

I’m pretty sure he got that from his dad; frickin’ is not a word I use.

Although I have to totally agree with him.

Now, he’s playing with his toys and having them beat each other up. When I asked him why they’re fighting, he said they’re playing “The Lion Game,” which is a variation of my Bookwork Adventure game, apparently. Bookwork Adventure is like Mortal Kombat or something, only you defeat the enemies with big words. (YES, I KNOW I’M A NERD!)

And now he’s just finished singing something about his lion being “red and great.”

That kid and his imagination. πŸ™‚

I need food. What should we have for dinner? I’m thinking spaghetti. πŸ™‚ That’s always a hit.

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February 27, 2008 (Pictures)

Last night, Aidan was in a pretty bad car wreck. His dad hit a patch of ice, lost control, and totaled his car. On the driver’s side, it looks like nothing happened. On the passenger side (where Aidan was sitting in his booster, in the back), people wonder how anyone survived.

Aidan had to get 48 stitches. It is very hard to walk into a room and see your child on a table getting stitched up and hearing him whimper. I held onto him and tried to soothe him. He was so brave. He had to pee, he had an eyelash in his eye, he was hungry, tired, and scared, and still, he only got really upset a few times. He mostly stayed still and kept requesting that they “stop for a minute” and he kept saying “I’m done!”

I took a picture last night…

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