Every word you say, I think I should write down. Don't want to forget come daylight.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Fifty-Five

Rowan just saw a picture of Harriet Beecher Stowe on my Kindle screen saver (I don't get to pick them) and said: "That's Grandma!!!"

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Fifty-Four

Rowan trying to justify being able to do something we told him not to do: "Mom! I'm a big boy, I'm seventeen!"

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Fifty-Three

Rowan told us a story at dinner: "I was just reaching for the iPad, and some guy hit my hand away, and then he hit me in the face, and then he shot me..." Us: "Uhhh, yeah?" Rowan: "...Yeah! And then I tried to boom him, but he wouldn't die." Two things: 1. We don't own an iPad nor has he ever been near one. 2. He really is this dramatic all the time.