Georgianna Lynn

When Oliver was younger I was pretty good at documenting all the nutty stuff he said (homeboy be cray cray).  But if I don't write it down as soon as it leaves the horse's mouth, I'm probably going to forget it.  So once our second and third cherubs came along, keeping track of their childish speak was all but out the door.  Until recently when George started saying the darnedest things.

When I told Gmeister that Megan and Mike were coming for lunch, "There's a microphone coming over?"  [I would call this 'classic' if she was 100 years old.]

About post-it notes, "It dicky on da back."

Looking at a picture of a man in a book, "Is him his chiwdwen's daddy?"

Andrew told G not to let him forget wrapping paper when they went to Target
G: Why?
A: So we can wrap the presents and put them under the tree.
G: So Santa doesn't have to?
*side note: we don't tell our kids there's a Santa Claus.  Not because we think it's bad, we just don't.  But this girl George?  She's a born believer.  Even when she asks if Santa's real or not and we say it's just a fun thing to pretend, she'll talk and talk about him bringing us presents and how he'll manage without a chimney.

'Red Handed Jill'