These are a few cute/funny things Tera says:
oatmilk = oatmeal
peckeroni = pepperoni
Uncle Judy = Aunt Judy
dunk my head = duck my head
Saturday, September 21, 2013
Saturday, June 4, 2011
Tera's First Work Of Art
Friday, December 17, 2010
Play Ball!
Jackson and I were just shooting baskets with his myriad of balls, when he noticed one was dented in on one side. He pointed to the dent and said, "Uh-oh!". I told him, "It's okay! We just need to put more air into it." After which he put his mouth on the ball and blew on it, then proudly stated, "I fixed it!"
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Jackson and Tera
The first "conversation" Jackson had with Tera was while she was crying in the car (she does NOT like riding in the car). As we pulled into our driveway, Jackson said, "Don't cry, Baby! We home! It's fun!" It was pretty touching how he was trying to console her. Before that moment, the only thing he ever said to her was, "Hi, Baby!"
For the first 4 months of Tera's life, Jackson insisted on calling her "Baby" or "My Baby", but NEVER Tera. Finally, he will now call her Tera about 25% of the time. By the way, his friends have called her Baby Tera since day 1 . . .
For the first 4 months of Tera's life, Jackson insisted on calling her "Baby" or "My Baby", but NEVER Tera. Finally, he will now call her Tera about 25% of the time. By the way, his friends have called her Baby Tera since day 1 . . .
Monday, November 1, 2010
Monday, October 11, 2010
Our 1st Pumpkin Patch of 2010
Labels:
baby,
Davis,
Halloween,
Impossible Acres,
Jackson,
Matt,
pumpkin patch,
Tera
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Mom Brain, Newborn Version
Today, after I picked up Tera's birth certificate at the County Health Building, I drove behind a car going 45 mph in a 55 mph zone for several miles, and saw numerous cars pass it before it occurred to me that I could pass the slow car too. Also, I sat at a four way stop for several seconds waiting for the light to change. I'm like a walking/driving blonde joke! :-S I have several other examples of stupid things I've done while sleep-deprived, but I'm too tired to remember them . . .
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