KORTLAND: Mom, can I have a drink of water?
LOLA: No bud, we are not gonna keep doing this every night. You had a drink right before I tucked you in and I'm not getting you another one. You need to stop getting out of bed and go to sleep.
LOLA: Sorry, you can have all the drinks that you want tomorrow morning.
KORTLAND: But my throat is so dry! It feels dry like, (pauses....thinks about it for a sec) like a really old rock or something.
LOLA: (in the kitchen getting water from the fridge.) I can't very well have him sleeping with a throat as dry as really old rocks now can I?
Getting ready to head out the door to church:
THE HUBS: Babe, have you seen Liza? (the cat)
LOLA: No, I haven't.
KORTLAND: Meeeooooowwww eeeooowwww eeeeeowww eeeeoooowowowowow wow.
THE HUBS: Do you know if she went downstairs?
KORTLAND: Meeeeeoooow eeeowowowo eeeeeeeeoooooow owowowowoowowowow.
LOLA: I'm not sure, I didn't see her go down...
KORTLAND: Meow? Meow. mow mow. meeeow! Guys, she's not down there. I know because I was just speaking cat and she's not down there.
Who knew I was raising the Cat Whisperer?
We're gonna be rich.
I need you all to weigh in on something for me. If I decided that I wanted to keep the adorable, pooping, peeing, crazy little peanut that we gave to Grandpa Jim for his birthday...
I understand that these pictures are the photographic equivalent of kittens and rainbows, but you're all just gonna have to bulk up on barf bags and get over it because this is not the last you'll be seeing of lil' Miss Raleigh and her delightful breakfast table antics!