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I think sometimes i tell too many Houston stories. Because he's older and more intellectual and stuff, and he makes up cute stuff like "Dear God, please help eeevryone to remember to say amen when they're done praying, amen." Or the name he made up for the baby if it's a girl: Ricorshia. He was very specific, not Ricorja, which was what it sounded like at first, but /sh/, it had a /sh/ in it.
So today i'll discuss Katrina just a little bit. She's been getting more tough, like not crying in reaction to every little bump from Houston. I noticed her totally doing the exaggerated shrug thing we do to mean "I don't know!" or "What's going on???" It's really cute when done with her little arms and cute babyish hands. Then when i was dealing with the melted down radioactive glob of matter which used to be my son, Katrina quietly decided to try to put on her pajamas. Today's pajama was a two peice affair in matching material. So first, she tried to put the top on her legs. Then she tried very hard to get the shorts onto her torso, including trying the leg holes and the waistband to go over her head first. She wasn't very successful, but by then i had managed to get most of "Houston's" teeth brushed, with much thrashing and giggles (which were supposed to be angry sobs) so i quit doing that and helped Katrina get dressed. We sat down to read books while Houston screamed "I want to have quiet time now and not go to beee-he-he-eeeed" so Katrina pointed at him and said with authority, "Ky-Ett." Awwww. We did read upstairs while the neutrons which had been causing the runaway nuclear reaction became absorbed or emitted and Houston returned to his normal self. Katrina sat very cutely on my lap getting up only to demonstrate how frogs hop.
Oh, and this one dude blows a cube shaped bubble. Seriously.