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    <title>Adorable Conversations</title>
    <published>2011-04-21T11:44:50Z</published>
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    <content type="html">Dillo: You said we were going to build a treehouse yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;me: You can't build a treehouse in one day. You and Daddy did some measuring yesterday, and that is a step, but there are many steps to build a treehouse.&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: But it's already builded in my MIND!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one took place in bed, and I was trying to not respond to stop the bedtime chitter-chatter:&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: What's two sets of two?&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: Four.&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: What's two sets of three?&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: Six.&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: What's two sets of seven?&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: I don't have enough hands for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am home until mid-afternoon with barfy Casper, and then will go in and work until 10.&amp;nbsp; It's been a weird week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=flea&amp;ditemid=539643" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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    <id>tag:dreamwidth.org,2010-04-26:505147:495519</id>
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    <title>two nice things about my children</title>
    <published>2010-04-28T20:06:25Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I started to title this post, "all about pee, as usual," but realized, I don't really want to rehash it all.  There's been a lot of pee, people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, two nice things:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casper can read.  She's been reading me (or last night, all of us) new books every night, books she didn't think she could read until this week.  Dora books (god, stupid Dora books), Arthur's Reading Race, Berenstain Bears, Frog and Toad, as well as Elephant and Piggie (which are a bit easier).  She struggles occasionally but not too much.  She is very proud of herself, and she is loving being able to read to me.  I am loving it too.  I wonder if it is even sweeter since I have been waiting so long (it feels like) for this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dillo is hilariously obsessed with counting to 100.  He starts out and gets through the mid-teens okay, them fumbles around in the late teens and asks, "What do I say next?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Twenty"&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: "21, 22, 23, 24, 27, ... what do I say next?"&lt;br /&gt;me: "Thirty."&lt;br /&gt;Dillo: "31, 32, 33, 34, ... what do I say next?"&lt;br /&gt;et cetera.  When we get to 100, he wants to start over.  We have this conversation, verbatim, pretty much daily lately.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also says, "oopsie-doopsie!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not about his peeing, however.  I put him in a diaper last night for bed, and he peed through it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://www.dreamwidth.org/tools/commentcount?user=flea&amp;ditemid=495519" width="30" height="12" alt="comment count unavailable" style="vertical-align: middle;"/&gt; comments</content>
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