he he he he he ah ha he he snort he he...giggle giggle.
The poor baby will be classically conditioned to laugh whenever someone sneezes as a result of her aunts laughing at her so often. Don’t even get us started on the hiccups. he he he he he ha hahahhahhhhaa snort...giggle smirk...snort cough... coo.
Our sledding hill, of which we’ve bragged shamelessly about for three months, has been asalted with dirt and, well, salt!
During the course of this morning, that is, morning if you get up at 4am, our hill had the miss fortune of being too slippery for a van that was leaving. And rather than take that as a logical sign that the favorite brother-in-law should stay, dirt was tossed on the hill and the sleepy silly sisters were called to get their boots on. So now the icy hill has sun-attracting dirt all over it…sigh, just as the hill was getting good too! The laments being cried out by the middle child and the youngest child today are quite pathetic, the more so since there is no one home to hear them but the favorite one eyed mutt.
All parties in the next two weeks are now canceled, due to this rather tragic occurrence, until further snowtice.
We have ourselves a Mondays child! After waiting all day and writing silly letters to occupy the time, the silly sister's have officially crossed the line and are now aunts! Bravo, welcome to the old aunts club.
But besides all that, we have been hard pressed to get a good description of her. For though we know she was born at 9:01pm, 21 inches long, 7 pounds 5.6 ounces, we really don’t know anything at all about it!
The odds are in her favor though since she is a Mondays child and therefore much better off already than a Wednesdays child or a Thursdays child.
Congratulations oldest child and favorite brother-in-law. We’ll brag more on her beauty once we see her for ourselves and know for sure…
Oh and if you want to know whether or not she’s a girl, leave a comment!
He’s the favorite mother’s favorite pet minnow…or Betta if you prefer. Everyone was a little concerned with the youngest child’s praise of his beauty and the middle child’s preoccupation with him whenever she was eating. But once the oldest child had told the youngest child that he’d be expensive bait, the youngest child stopped admiring his colors. And the middle child has now resigned herself to the knowledge that he isn’t likely to grow big enough for a decent flay.
The following took place the day the first guests of the season arrived. Taken from the Newsy News Letter Log 23-5.
There was something wrong with the youngest child(we have it on good authority that it was from smellin turpentine and linseed oil all day). During tea time the youngest child said, "I'm looking forward to these guests coming." The silence, after the initial crash of all the spoons clattering to the table, was touchable. The youngest child blushed to the roots of her hair (turning it a pretty shade of red) over being so horribly misunderstood. Trying to fix the damage she'd just done to her reputation she added hastily, "The bugs! Maybe they'll like these people better and leave me alone…" No one really believed her so the tale was told with great spirit by the middle child for the rest of the weekend.