A boy wrote down his phone number in my daughter's electronic organizer yesterday and told her to call him. She did, and they talked for forty-five minutes. She's eleven. Sheesh. I'm having a freaked-out mom day.
Meanwhile, the toddler continues to pick up new words. He is very vocal and won't shut up, even in church. He has a lot to say and makes sure everyone can hear him. As a result, he's been spending most of his Sunday mornings in the church nursery lately:-).
OKay, I know I just lurk...but I'm starting to wonder if you're still alive??
ReplyDeleteEllen? You okay? Did you survive Halloween?
Hello? Hellllooooo? *echo*
ReplyDeleteSahsa, road trip time. We'll head for VA and see if Ellen is alive.
I think thats a good idea, Charlene. Maybe she's been kidnapped by some hunky hero from one of her books. SHe might need help. *grin*
ReplyDeleteActually I emailed her to ask if she'd been kidnapped by aliens and it turns out she just lost her dialup because some bozo took out a line.
ReplyDeleteAlien abduction by a hunky hero sounds a lot more exciting, doesn't it?