Someone had to drive Caleb to the airport at 4am...but that someone was not me (Thanks Ben!) Someone had to drive my parents to the airport at 10am...but that someone was not me (Thanks Ben!) Someone had to drive my sister-in-law to the airport...and that was me and Bryan. We did sleep in, drove her to Sky Harbour, and spent the rest of the day chillaxing with the nephews at the Millers. We watched Micah ride his older cousin's bike, played T-ball in the back yard, and took the nephews out for frozen yogurt with their Grandma Miller while Ben and Kim did some shopping.
(SLP note: My nephews already have fabulous early phonological awareness and love playing with words, especially Micah but little Nathanael tries (2.5 years old and already alliterating "Auntie Hannah Panna" and laughing at his own silliness. I think we can thank Raffi and Willaby Wallaby song for that.) Anyways, moral of this story is that it's easier to rhyme then combine...I'm not sure my explanation of "froyo" was very engaging.)
They were very enthralled with their "magic spoons"; when dipped into cold yogurt, Micah's turned from white to purple and Nathanael's from white to blue. Why, we wondered, did Nathanael's turn white so fast when he put it in his mouth? Wise Grandma felt his forehead...temperature? No, couldn't be. His spoon must just be more sensitive...Wrong! By late afternoon the poor little guy was complaining of a sore ear, burning up, and dozy as could be. Poor little mite.
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