...With an 18 month old.
Ella has really been trying to talk with us. Every day we get the following conversation:
Ella: Mama (or Daddy)! Mama!!
me (or Bob): Yes?
me: Do you need something?
(Mo is no and it is the answer to every question. The more she means "yes" the longer and more mournful the "mo" becomes.)
She likes looking at pictures, so I'm working on getting her to recognize the extended family members. Most people are "yiah." (Riah) She saw one of William yesterday, said "baby" and turned to point at the real-life William; she knows who her baby is.
On other news...
I ordered Bob a sleep mask from ebay.co.uk and it got here today. He goes to night shift this Monday at midnight. This Thursday he has to take me to the dentist at 2pm, and Friday I have dr visits (checkups) for the 4 little ones at 7am. Then NEXT Monday is Bob's test for promotion, and Tuesday is his physical fitness test. so, Yay! "Count it all joy..." He says there is no longer a "fat boy program" in the Air Force. You get 3 chances to pass the test and then you are kicked out. So he's a little stressed already about the test - he's just not a runner, and that is what he has to do.
We got our tax refund last week! Haven't spent any yet. I think we will open another CD soon to have some money for retirement. Maybe the housing market will keep declining from now til then and we can get a good deal when we come back to the states. Not that I'm wishing bad things on other people... but a slow or stop to inflation would be a good thing.
Time for Ella's nap.