Is it hot in here, or is it just me? Maybe it is just the humidity. Colorado is not known for being a damp place, but with constant rain, it's a smidge muggy these days.
This morning, grandpa took the kids up to a pancake breakfast in Big Elk Meadows to benefit the volunteer fire department. I stayed home, because, you know, wheat. No point in me going to get pancakes. They had fun watching the duck races, but all the ducks had sold out by the time they got there, so they weren't competing for any prizes.
There was almost a real word out of the boy this afternoon. At pickup time, he was following his father, who briefly closed a door between them. He cried and babbled and I swear there was a clear "daddy" in the mix. The kids seem to understand each other clearly though. It's almost like twin language, but between siblings born at separate times.
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