Kellan is the oldest in his class of 8 and his teachers keep bragging on him. He pays attention well, knows when to stop goofing off, and enjoys doing the "academic" activities as well as the toys and games. Apparently he saves all of his whining for us at home. He and Jolon both are obsessed with all things Star Wars and he's starting to really make things out of the "big boy legos." He's growing up quickly but still has such a cute baby face and we still haven't cut his hair.
Esme is still nursing at least twice a day and in the middle of the night will sometimes ask for "nyu nyu," and if I say no, she's started begging, "peas" (please!"). She's stringing two words together. "Daddy, no," or "Mommy, dat." She loves to point and say, "dat," until we finally pick up the thing she wants. She calls Kellan, "Ke Ke," and Jolon, "Jo Jo," or "Sho Sho." She eats everything the boys do. Likes rice better than bread, apples more than oranges, butter and jelly more than peanut butter and jelly. Loves cottage cheese and yogurt just like me; camembert and marmite just like Jan.




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