Teeth

All Whitney wants for Christmas is her teeth to not hurt. She has molars coming in, front teeth coming out and coming in. No wonder she only wants liquids. I got some oatmeal in her this morning. It was not easy but it was better than the tears the cereal produced. Thank goodness for pediasure; she would probably starve without it.

We are in trouble

Tonight's conversation:

*******
Mom: Whitney, who is your best friend at school?

Whitney: MICHAEL

Mom: Michael? What about Julianna?

Whitney: Michael...He's CUTE.

********
Oh Lord help us.

Talk, talk, talk, talk, talk

My goodness, what a leap this week in sentences! I picked up whitney from school and she said "Had a great day today, Mommy!" She followed up with "Sang caroles and movie!" That is the most information she has ever imparted to me in one conversation. I think it was being around her cousins non-stop this weekend.