"Ummm... No Ecks, Mommy. Bret!" Translation: Ummm... No eggs, Mommy. Bread! Except that it was pancakes, not bread and there were no more. Explaining that to a two-year-old doesn't work so well. He seemed pretty sure that I could just magically produce more pancakes for him and he wanted nothing at all to do with my offer of scrambled eggs instead. A minor meltdown ensued. On the plus side, this was his longest sentence yet!
Luke's not speaking in sentences yet. Give him a few more days. He's already got two words. Bye and Duck. And yes he does use them both in the appropriate contexts and yes he is barely 10 1/2 months old. He's learning to eat slightly pureed table food. He loves spaghetti and Spanish rice. He's not too thrilled about meatloaf and veggies.
I could use a few prayers. I got a knot in my back last week and it's gotten worse and worse. Saturday night and Sunday morning it was so bad that I could barely move. It's a little better today. It still hurts, but at least I can move without crying. Of course, with the slightest bit of improvement I went and overdid it. I did way more housework than I really should have today and it now hurts worse than it did this morning.
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