At the barbershop:
Dick (the barber): "Do you have a dog at home?"
Micah: "No."
Dick: "Maybe you should get an Irish Setter, that would be a good dog for your family."
Micah: "My mom doesn't want one."
Dick: "Why is that?"
Micah: "Because she has the three of us."
Monday, July 28, 2014
News
I walked into the kitchen one morning to see Noah reading the Wood River paper. This photo reminds me so much of Shawn. Like father, like son.
Saturday, July 19, 2014
No more Ooah
Last week Noah came to me with a sad face and said, "Mom, I'm so sad. Celia doesn't say "Ooah" anymore. Now she says "Noah."
And so it goes.
And so it goes.
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