To pore over 1,010 pictures (plus those I did not upload to flickr). Seriously. It takes a long time. And then to write a blog about an entire week in a foreign country. And to be honest, I was hoping that Pop, Peter, or David would beat me to it. They haven’t. I’ve started a blog about it, but haven’t thrown pictures into the mix yet. Soon, my pretties. Soon. It’s coming.
So here’s one more thing to tide you over until then….
I have noticed many differences between raising girls and raising boys (or, more accurately, “boy”, singular). Raising girls so far has been sweet and quiet. Not too much noise, except for the occasional scream-fest or scary movie (”Scary” is a very loose term around here….”Clifford’s Really Big Movie” is scary for them). And the girls do not find humor in the vulgar. Case-in-point….this conversation this morning:
Luke is hungry for a morning snack.
Luke: I would like to have a nah-nuh.
Mommy: I believe that is pronounced “BUH-nah-nuh”.
Luke: I would like to have a BUTT-nah-nuh. (giggles wildly)
Ah, body part jokes. And the word “underwear”. ::sighs:: It all begins way too early.
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