So Ana is finally to that age where she's started really speaking. Today we had french toast. She said,"I don't want any fish toast." So, we spent five minutes trying to explain the word french toast--no go. It's still fish toast to her (maybe it's because she has a love affair with fish balls?)
The other day we got her ready to go out for a walk. I selected a pair of shoes, she put them next to her dress, and said, "Mom, (not mommy) is it a match?" Matt just about died laughing. I have a 27 month fashionista--probably shouldn't have played all those matching games!
Merry Christmas!
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