December 20, 2012

Food = Love

At La Med and G just pointed at his wrap and told me, "that's love"

December 11, 2012

Final Music Class | Garrett

Garrett had his final Music Together class today, he's going to miss Andy and I'm sure she's going to miss his antics!

ABNOMINATABLE!!!!

December 7, 2012

Feeding Frenzy

Portrait of Garrett

Doing Laps

Hey Garrett, how fast can you run around Dracena Park. GO!

(he's the light blue speck to the right)

December 3, 2012

Happy Holidays!

When he's not here...

G: Is daddy coming home tonight?
Me: No, honey.
G: Where is he?
Me: He's in L.A.
G: But I really miss him when he's not here.
Me: Me too, baby.
G: And Audrey, I bet she misses him too.
Me: Yes, I'm sure she does.

December 2, 2012

Bock Bock

Dear Bebe -

When i come to your house for Christmas can we go to your neighbor's house and get eggs from under the chickens?

Love,
Garrett

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Dear Garrett, 
I will ask my neighbor is we can do that for you. That could be lots of fun. Sometimes the chickens are out in the yard and not sitting on the eggs, but we can still see where they lay the eggs.
What do you think? They are fun to watch.
Love, Bebe

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(dictated by G)

Dear Bebe,

I want to come to your house next time and have a playdate. And feed the chickens, can we feed the chickens too? What do chickens eat? Can we swim?

Love, 
Garrett

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Dear Garret,
I think that we can feed the chickens too. They have special grain that they eat. It has some corn in it too.....Ha, Ha, they do NOT eat it like the man on the u tube video though.......They peck at it as it lays on the ground.
The pool water will be really cold, but I think you can at least wade in it if you want.  
Love, Bebe

December 1, 2012

an enlightening conversation with your grandson

G: I want to knock down the Christmas tree.

Me: What? Why?

G: Because when I do I'll eat it.

Me: Huh? What?

G: Because I want to turn into a tree. When I eat it, I'll turn into a tree, right?

Me: Uh. No. What are you talking about?

G: What was that? (farting) ... I think it was a frog.