On a lighter note, Tripp is getting bigger by the minute and becoming a little boy right before our eyes. He's is such a chatterbox, and when he was little I swore I would never be one of THOSE mothers that translates her childs' babbling into sophisticated sentences. Oops, I guess I shouldn't have said, "NEVER!" Tripp can't make his "F" sounds, they sound like the "sh," so football=shootball, fall=shawl, fish=shish and so on. His new words are sucker or SUUUCK....ER! and cookie monster or heehee monter (the heehee is kind of a back of your throat hacking sound.)
Home Sweet Home! by The Pioneer Woman
6 years ago



