It was too cold to play.
So we were stuck in the house
All that cold, cold, cold day.
I sat there with Ashlyn.
Too cold to go out
So all we could do was to
Clown shoes. I mean, mommy's shoes.
What? Panties make fine necklaces. (They are clean.)
The bag lady.
In addition to all of the messes Ashlyn is doing so many new cute things. She loves to point out different parts of her face, and yours, even if that means poking you in the eye as she says "eye." She is trying to sing the ABCs, but really has no clue, though she seems to be aiming for the tune. She has been doing some of the actions to "The Wheels on the Bus." I need to get that on video and share. She also carries on long conversations that go something like this, "Bashamshadada" as she gestures across the room. "Shadamashu." Then she waits for your response. "Oh, yes, Ashlyn, I think so, too." "Dadashushumashusha" with a laugh. And, I laugh, too. Occasionally, these conversations include words that she does know, as when she is gesturing towards the cat and says "kitty," along with all of the gibberish. But, generally, her conversation needs far exceed her actual communication skills.
Oh, Allen will be home in 3 DAYS! I am so emotional I cried when I saw that the post had put lights up to illuminate all of the welcome home signs. I cried later talking to someone else about it. I cried when I drove past the AHA today, when I saw other people leaving with their soldiers. (The brigade is coming back in waves and the first ones arrived Saturday or Sunday.)